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Trapped

Her eyes were closed and her thick eyelashes were laid on her soft cheeks. Her nose was small, and cute even for him – the one who had no 'cute' word in his dictionary. Her lips were full and had a small serene smile on them, making him wonder what she was thinking right now. Her slender hands fell on her sides, as if she was in deep relaxation. Her brown hair was cut short just below her ears, showing him a full-sight of her bare neck and shoulders. Her dress; made from the finest silk and velvet in the palest yellow he'd ever seen, hugged her petite body on the right places.

Noll reached out his right hand and poked the mirror lightly. The supposedly cold glass was warm under his fingertips, followed by soft and steady rhythmical beats. The young ghost hunter wondered whether she was merely a part of his imagination or she was real and trapped inside this mirror.

edited 08.16.2013

beta-ed by regulusgal. thank you, dear!