Parallel universe inspection: First kiss…Reflection…

She didn't know the taste of the first kiss, didn't know who it would be and how it would be... but, like many girls, she secretly dreamed of it... That night the silence was too thick, and the raindrops on the glass were too similar to someone's steps. In the reflection - she herself, but... not quite. The other one, breathed a little differently. And when the girl touched the glass, the reflection responded faster than she did. The lips came closer. A fire flared up in her chest: fear and desire mixed into an indistinguishable stream. The glass should be cold, but it was warm, as if there really was no barrier between them. For a moment it seemed to her that the reflection was alive. That it smiled a little differently. A strange desire arose to touch the lips! But her own or someone else's? The world disappeared for a second and when she opened her eyes, the reflection no longer repeated her movements. It looked straight into her soul, promising that the next kiss would no longer be her choice. The girl smiled. Mysticism? She understood: it doesn’t matter who this first kiss will happen to. What matters is that it is her heart.