# In the mirror# He had watched him for twenty years, two people with similar faces and different hair colors. We can't touch each other, we can only talk to ourselves in the mirror in the morning or when we go home at night. I don't know what it is like a habit. His lavender eyes flickered, and he actually wished that he could touch him one day. I was so frightened by this thought that I didn't dare to look in the mirror for several days. Afraid that if you see him, he will laugh, and he will speak in a voice that only you can hear. Tell yourself who he is and everything about him. It feels so good to be watched over and waited for. Later, I couldn't stand the temptation, and then I fell into depravity. I played in the bar until dawn every day before being sent back by my friends... After that, the person in the mirror disappeared. When I looked in the mirror, I only had my own appearance. I smiled at myself and talked to myself every day. Record your thoughts in a notebook and live day by day. After meeting him by chance in Times Square, a series of stories unfolded.