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Oct. 14th, 2011 11:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thisisnomythThey have a good thing going, those two. Most people never get along with their other selves, but not them.
She smiles, brushing her hair while her other self tells stories about what happened that day. They don’t share the same lives, only the same mirror. It’s easy for them to trade stories so neither of them complain.
Both of their mothers say that they shouldn’t get so close to each toher, that it’s not healthy, that it’s not normal but they don’t understand. They are a [part of each other, sure not in the same way that other things are but they are pulled to each other, bound.
And they don’t mind.
So they’ll talk at night, laugh and keep each other awake. They’ll stay in front of their mirrors for longer than they should and laugh at the world around them. Sometimes they talk about switching places, reaching out to each other and trading, just for a day but they never do.
Someone would find out and they’d get in trouble.
But they still think about it, and each other, and the worlds behind their mirrors.
And then they’ll go to sleep and dream and get up the next day and do it all over again.
Other people don’t like their other selves, they avoid looking n the mirror but not them. They look at each other and they smile.
She smiles, brushing her hair while her other self tells stories about what happened that day. They don’t share the same lives, only the same mirror. It’s easy for them to trade stories so neither of them complain.
Both of their mothers say that they shouldn’t get so close to each toher, that it’s not healthy, that it’s not normal but they don’t understand. They are a [part of each other, sure not in the same way that other things are but they are pulled to each other, bound.
And they don’t mind.
So they’ll talk at night, laugh and keep each other awake. They’ll stay in front of their mirrors for longer than they should and laugh at the world around them. Sometimes they talk about switching places, reaching out to each other and trading, just for a day but they never do.
Someone would find out and they’d get in trouble.
But they still think about it, and each other, and the worlds behind their mirrors.
And then they’ll go to sleep and dream and get up the next day and do it all over again.
Other people don’t like their other selves, they avoid looking n the mirror but not them. They look at each other and they smile.