Seen

Fate has presented her with a mirror and she's looking right at it but she is not seeing herself. Instead, an image completely different from her but mimicing her every move, repeating her every words, echoing the silence of her thoughts.

She has found her parallel destiny on the other side of the looking glass. She sees him so near, yet so far. She presses her hand against the cold pane. He does the same tracing the contours of her hand. Warmth emitting from their touch forming steam around their fingers.

What they would give to break down that barrier.
But for now, they will stay still and marvel.

He is not for her to touch.
And she is not for him to hold.