Mirror

Their bodies were still entwined when they looked up: there was a mirror on the ceiling. They had heard before that the sight would be gross, that they’d try to look away.

But it was nothing like that.

They couldn’t stop gazing, not an ounce of shame in their eyes. It was them, and nothing could be more beautiful.

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