Shadow Mountain honey, this mirror isn't big enough for the two of us

The coquettish glance was met with a dead-eyed stare from Hex, his face impassive as to be completely expressionless. No, you couldn't, he replied, matter-of-fact.

A sigh, then a long stretch as he exited the hollow, rain spattering like ink spots upon his dark pelt.

You could be you, Hex said, now face-to-face with the young man. Or anyone you want to be. So, who? His choice.

Loss and longing sat heavy on his shoulders, an inextricable yoke.