The one in the mirror stares at her. Some features differ: hair length, color, face shape.
The important things—the trusting light in the eyes, strong even after all the trials, the directness of the gaze, the softness of the smile—remain the same.
Funny, Nao’s never considered herself beautiful looking into a mirror before. This girl, different but identical, shows her how.
Her hand touches a cheek. A hand touches hers.
This is foolish. Nao closes in anyway. Their faces draw near. Gazes deepen.
She seduces. Is seduced.
Foolish maybe, but Nao turns towards the face that never lies.