Mirror

Nice summer day, with just the right amount of breeze ruffling his hair. Standing in the shade, it's amazingly difficult to tell where do his eyes begin and the sky end. It could easily be just a double exposure photo. But it's just a magical reflection of my heart's desire, apparently.

Not real, just an illusion in a mirror.

At least, that's what Dumbledore said. The elegant little smirk in the corner of his mouth.

Not real.

The promise of endless passion in his arms.

Not real.

The small movement of his hand inviting me closer.

Illusion.