Some mirrors absolutely should be broken. Simone hadn't realised that yesterday of course when the delivery men brought this particular one over from the fair she'd bought it at. And then smashed the glass getting it's ornate frame through the door. Joshua had lost his temper and cursed them. Yet somehow it was her fault, as always, in the end. Now, in the cool light of morning she'd been awoken by another dream of drowning only to find there really was water everywhere. And this strange scene spilling from the mirror in a hazy, inviting portal. She could smell the landscape beyond, rich and warm earth so at odds with the icy isle she called home. She'd touched it then, that shimmer beyond the frame, and her skin had thrilled to goose-bumps at the warm electricity of it. You can start over she thought casting a last look at Joshua tangled in the sheets of some dream But you have to go now
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