You stared at your reflection, and your reflection stared back at you. Only, your reflection had a smile, and you were on the flourishing grass of your college’s campus, surrounded by friends you haven’t heard from in months—Or, rather, them from you.

Your ‘reflection’ cut off to the distressed faces of your loved ones, helplessly holding one another as they pleaded to those watching to find you and bring you back home to them. But you knew their words would fall on deaf ears. Leon seemed too high off the power he had over you to let you go.

You were so close to them, you could feel the static radiating off of them. However you were suddenly yanked back by your shoulders, the image of those you cherished growing minuscule before they disappeared into black entirely. “What did I say about sitting so close to the T.V?” a voice spoke exasperatedly.

Leon put the remote down, a soured expression on his sharp features as he repositioned you between his legs. “It’s bad for your eyes. You never listen, do you?” he chastised, eyes narrowing as he looked you over. “Your hair.. Christ, didn’t I do it this morning? Where are your bows? And you managed to get the frill on your pretty dress dirty, too.”

“Seriously, what am I gonna do with you?” he shook his head disapprovingly, “I get you all dolled up, all perfect, and then you go and ruin it..”