Amaisnotfine

"Come with me" Those three words are the ones he told me as he extends his hand to me- smiling, in front of the large silver mirror that doesn't host his reflection, but instead was like a doorway. He looked as beautiful as the rose in glass case. Like a doll- and a bishounen from my collection of mangas at home. He wore with him a peculiar school uniform, and bears a hand fan with him. I took his hand. And slowly, we enter the mirror. Through the looking glass, I saw myself a world unlike any other, where childhood stories came to life. I heard him hum. "Shall we go?"