There used to be no mirrors in this world. This was how it was meant to be. But one day we were lured into this space full of them with no way out, the mirror room.
I still remember the pain. It felt like a knife was stabbed in my heart slowly just to be turned over to do the greatest possible damage. Faster than he could think my middle school classmate, whose name I am not going to share, spoke those words to me in a regular break in between our lessons. His peers surrounding and celebrating him for his "coolness". He didn't know to do better.