In love with the person in the mirror??

If it were those eyes.....

In my room, there is a large antique mirror....

It's in this room. In this house for a long time...

For so long that no one knows since when it existed.

It's a beautiful mirror.

The mirror frame is beautifully carved wood....I love it very much...

I look at that mirror many times a day...

To see the man several times a day

The face is slender, white, like a half-breed. Brown hair with a sweet face

Arched eyebrows, light blue eyes… and a gentle smile

I don't know since when I've been watching him.

Since I saw him in there I didn't do anything...

Want to touch...talk... Into his world...

Father and mother also went abroad to work on business.

I have been lying on the wide bed alone since morning.

Walking down from the bed with only a white shirt covering his body.

Reach out your hand and touch that cold mirror….

Will the man in the mirror know and see?

That every time I look at him, I feel a rush of heat that I can't tell you...

My heart beats fast, I feel joyful every time...

So I had to release my emotions…by myself.

Does he know that I….

“Thump!” He pushed me down on the bed.

How did he come out of that mirror??

I have a lot of questions in my head...

He straddled me. His body is big, thick, and warm.

The only bathrobe covering his body today was bright white.

“Uh.” He didn't let me say anything more.

Our lips touched each other. The tip of the tongue warmed to the sweet taste of the kiss.

He said he saw me hurt myself because of him. So he couldn't stand it and came to help me himself...

We both hugged each other for a long time.

His embrace was as hot as a flame, almost making me melt…

How many nights have I been in the warm arms of a man whose name I don't know?

We hugged each other without opening our eyes to see the sun or the moon…

My legs were covered in crimson blood.

The two of us are just four raw human acts.

Drink, eat, do, then sleep.

It's been two years since I did this to him. And every time he finishes me off

He will disappear into that mirror...

I want him to be with me all the time.

I want to shatter that mirror. He would not be able to return to his world.

But I didn't know that it wasn't what I thought…

That day after he fell asleep after we finished having sex.

I got out of his embrace. and went straight to the mirror

Pick up the chair and smash it hard….

He woke up shocked!!!

“Don't… don't smash it, or you'll…”

His words were lost because of the small and large pieces of broken glass.

It rose up and crashed into my body on all sides.

My throat nearly snapped.

...I died in his arms. The man I love…..

Three months later after I died

Mom and Dad sold the house. The glass is still in its original condition.

Because Mom and Dad still want my room to be the same as before...

As for me??? Heh heh heh…

Living together happily with the man I love in that glass door….