Mirrored

She looked at his brown eyes and suddenly became aware of her smooth tongue, sandwiched between her teeth - stuck. She took a small step towards her line of sight; he smiled and came closer.

His tousled hair seemed fresh as that of a baby, but his mouth, firmly set, indicated otherwise. He was someone who’d been trashed, hated, excluded, boycotted - but had still managed to build a heart that could love.

She was now, smiling, too. She lifted her arm and touched his finger, only to meet glass.

The clock in his world showed 3pm, it was day. She could almost hear the birds chirping outside and behind the grey curtains, one could easily imagine the room basking in the sun’s rays.

It was all mirrored in her world, but with a little twist. The same clock struck nine now and the dark curtains behind her remained as dull as ever.

The boy that could have been now swirled in her tears, slowly being replaced by a pretty girl, clutching her shirt; her feet surrounded by liquid droplets.

“Come eat, Hannah!” came a voice from afar. All she had to do was wipe her face, and there she was - the cheery, happy-go-lucky girl, spreading smiles wherever she went.