*Third POV*
"Beautiful," Anjali said to herself tugging the strands of her hair behind her ears. This only made her freeze in response. Once again the memory of Dong-jun tugging her hair behind her ear flashes in front of her eyes.
Just then to wave her hand in front of her face with the angry look over her face breathing out in response rising her bow over her own reflection. Making the fog form in front of her face lifting her finger up writing 'Dong-jun' with a smiley face at the end.
"So I had heard that opposed to that mirror world there is the one like us. That one is the same as us just that one is heartless and doesn't have the feeling like us. But what if... ugh whatever I should just get out from here"
Turning around unlocking the bathroom door walking out as she closes behind her shut. This moment not really noticing the reflection just stayed looking towards the door.
