The Person That Is Me, Yet Wasn't

Sometimes, I look into the mirror and see a pair of blue eyes staring back at my brown ones. Those sad blue eyes that look nothing like mine, and dirty blond hair that doesn't match with my chocolate one. His movement match mine but he wasn't doing it willingly since it looked forced. I want to know why he looked like that, move like that and why he looked so mad and hateful at me. I even saw some his life back when he still free, still his own self and not a prisoner at my body. But I know better than to ask him why, I know he wasn't going to answer me. I really wonder what would happen if he wasn't my shadow.