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"It's nice to meet you." The person from the other side smiled at me with eyes which bore a striking resemblance to mine.

The twinkling hope that someday, someone would come and see me.

My heart couldn't stop from skipping a beat. It was all too absurd but it was something I cannot deny. After all, she was right infront of me. My first instinct was to scream at the top of my lungs and maybe drag myself towards the door and stay there until food comes and I escape. But before I could apply the outrageous plan in my head, I gave this opportunity a chance. After all, it's not everyday you encounter something as peculiar as this.

On this day, a person has suddenly appeared. Or rather, a Faunus because of her extra set of ears. "Who…" I took a deep breath, steadying myself. "Who are you?" I asked.

"I thought you were ignoring me." She smiled again. She placed her index finger above her lips, eliciting a mirthful laugh. "I am a magician."

"A magician?" I repeated in disbelief.

"Indeed." She confirmed with a nod; the smile never left her face. "I'm a magician only meant for you."

"What does that mean…?"

"Tonight, I shall cast a spell. A special magic that will reverse everything." She announced. It was far too bizarre for me to understand and take it all in. We haven't even introduced ourselves properly and now she's talking about some kind of spell. I raised my hand to catch her attention and her cat ears flicked in motion. "Have I said something wrong?" she tilted her head to the side.

"Pardon me but I have no clue to what you're babbling about." I said. "I honestly believe that this is all some big mistake and that you're probably just a figment of my imagination. There's no way that you can be real."

The ears atop her head drooped a bit and there was now a crease in her brow. She looked at me again with those piercing gold eyes of hers and I suddenly felt awful. Not believing in someone was a cruel way to kill them.

"I… apologize."

Her lips faintly curled into a smile. "It's alright. I am partially at fault." She gently offered.

I sat there, legs bent in an uncomfortable way but I never dared to move as I might accidentally offend her more. Not to mention, I couldn't move them much less feel them. Silence was something my ears were accustomed to but our muted exchange steadily racked my nerves as time passed.

It was becoming unbearable.

"So you're… a magician, you say?" I broke it. Her eyes went wide yet the smile on her face stayed the same.

"A magician only meant for you."

"Why me?"

"You have been calling out for me from this mirror for quite some time now, correct?" I nodded.

"It never came into mind that you would be on the other side." I confessed embarrassedly. "I was merely talking to myself as my leisure."

"It matters not to me whether you did it on purpose or not. I simply want to grant your wishes." The sincerity in her voice shook my heart and eased into a calm state. It soothed me knowing that someone answered my prayers. I clutched the worn-out sheet that covered the old mirror and returned the warm smile she had been giving me the instant we met.

"Don't worry. You've already granted the first one." I grinned. "How should I address you? Surely you have a name along with your profession."

"You can call me Blake. Blake Belladonna." The ears atop her head flicked and her hand reached out.

"Quite a lovely name. I'm Weiss Schnee. It's nice to meet you." Our hands simultaneously touched the boundary between the mirror and I felt warmth seep through the glass.

It was an indescribable feeling that left me all giddy inside.


Is it okay for me to call you my "friend", my very first friend?

Only if you want to.

I woke up from a dream that I cannot remember. I looked around and everything was still in its usual place. There was no change in my surroundings and yet the atmosphere seemed lighter than before. I grabbed my cane and noticed my clothes were clean. Had I changed before I went to sleep? There was something at the foot of my bed so I reached for the worn-out cloth and the memories from yesterday came rushing back.

I met a magician.

Hurriedly, I trudged towards the old mirror and there was only my reflection. No black hair, no golden eyes, no cat ears. It was only me. The scar on my face mocked me with all its might and it was infuriating. I felt like a rock had just been thrown in the pits of my stomach and I might never get it out of my system.

"It was all a dream." I cried. I touched the golden edges of the mirror, wiping away dirt that got stuck in the nooks and crannies. There was a nagging feeling inside my head that there was something not right. I couldn't have dreamt that. It was too real. She was here and she came to see me.

"There's no way you can't be here." I racked my head for anything. Anything that could prove that I did not imagine the girl, the smile she gave me and the first wish she had granted. "I saw you. You were just here."

"Think! There has to be—"

You have been calling out for me from this mirror for quite some time now, correct?

I dropped my cane and let it slide on the floor as I knelt. "Mirror, mirror on the wall…" I closed my eyes and chanted. "Tell me, had I imagined it all?"

One look.

Two teardrops.

And three minutes.

Yet there was no answer.

I felt like my heart was torn and grinded into dust. It hurt. It hurt a lot. Far worse than falling down and breaking my bones. Hope was a fickle thing. For an instant I thought I had finally grasped it only to find it has vanished from my hand like mist. The hope she gave me left far too soon and I have to mend my broken heart all by myself.

"Blake…" My throat constricted. It was difficult to breathe. My eyes stung from my tears.

"Weiss?" she answered. I snapped my head to see that Blake had appeared once again; worry evident in her golden eyes. The cat ears which proudly stood on top of her head were pressed down on her skull. Her clothes were the same as yesterday; purely black like her raven hair that flowed down beautifully. "What's wrong, love? Are you hurt?" My breath hitched and my heart was driving me crazy.

She's here.

She's still here.

She came to see me.

"Blake…"I rested my forehead on the mirror as she did the same. It was warm. It was so unbelievably warm and my tears started flowing once more; staining the glass and making it wet. I pressed my body further into it, wanting our bodies to mesh together as one. "Say my name again…" I pleaded.

I felt her gentle caress to my scar as she tried to wipe my tears while her other held my hand. "Weiss." Her voice sent shivers down my spine and I gladly welcomed it all. I could sense the magic set in motion by just that.

"Would it be alright to… keep holding your hand like this?"

"As you wish."

In this lonely world by myself, I had waited so long for your tender hand from the other side of the mirror.


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