The mirror hangs low. By now, it's just basically standing; but, still, it hangs by its thread. It stands right next to the closet, just by the door. The citylights from outisde filter right through the tattered curtains, and bounce right off the mirror. There's a spot of light right above the bed because of it.
It's a funny thing. The light is so bright, almost illuminating the bare room, but the mirror's face is grimy. How does it do that?
"What are you thinking of?"
Max turns his head away from the mirror. "The mirror." He rests his head against the pillow, eyes looking down.
Her voice is soft, and coloured with sleep. "Your thoughts are loud."
"Go back to sleep," he says, and he kisses the top of her head.
"Good night."
Max turns back to the mirror. His eyes feel heavy. "Good night."
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'til the road and sky align
Short Story│i promised you many things when we were young. i want to make those true. Somewhere in between falling out of love, and falling back in love, Max meets Yale in the middle. │title from angela by the lumineers │story not in lowercase │a series of vi...
