Mirror Image
By SMYGO4EVA
Isabelle and Mirabelle were inseparable, as was the case with twins.
Whenever Mirabelle wasn't looking at her, she could still remember what she looked like. Though Isabelle was her Master, she was her mirrored image, alike in every way.
There was a difference, one of consequence. Mirabelle was Isabelle's "face"; she felt her Master's emotions right through her, and every step she took was much like hers. She echoed every whisper and murmur Isabelle spoke, and when she could not, she would be lost. She could make her own path, but what would happen then?
Something didn't feel right when Isabelle couldn't tell what Mirabelle was thinking, nor did it feel like nothing was wrong when they were not in sync. It was a missing note of the song they played, the lost step to the dance they performed, and the mirror completely shattered.
They were not one without the other; that was how it always was, and it always shall be.
