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As I hold my breath, I approach the figure at the window and look straight at the eyes.

Vile, disgusting, and beyond repair. Just look at that damage skin and disheveled hair. Even a mother cannot love a face such as that!

Horrendous! Incomprehensible! Who let that person out?! Is IT even human? Somebody please cloak him!

I stare down at him and look back at his face…

How pathetic. Such a waste of space in this universe! How can anyone even dare to tread on the very grounds of humanity? Somebody please take him away..

But even so as I think these thoughts, I see his pitiful face full of insecurities, pain and regret. He raises his eyes while facing the ground and then heaves a deep sigh just the same way I did. He also stared at me whilst I stared back at him.

Did he mock me? Why must I even hurt my eyes staring at him? I have better things to do than to waste my precious time with this complete mockery..

Just when I turn to the right I notice a rough edge of the window. Then I trace the lines of the edges and see light bounce just shy of the edges of the window. After stepping back and taking a good look at the window frame, I come to a horrible realization:

I was looking through a mirror.

Imagine what silver can do to a glass.

I decided to look away and saw at the far end of a room: a bright opening with smooth sound of the open sea breeze with the salty smell of sea water calling out to me. I take just one look at the pitiful figure and from the corner of his mouth, I was so sure I saw a smile before he too took off for the real window.