As I walked up to the mirror I looked longingly into it noticed it again short but definitely there my watch I was the wrong one I was wearing the gold one she got me but my reflection or I guess I should say my “reflection “ was wearing the black one. As I look to check the watch on my wrist I se his arm move as well seamless I quickly see him switching his briefly as if he was trying to hide it in the peripherals. Was it indecision or coincidence I had noticed it before one or two things slightly off the black ring instead of the gold one the red tie not the purple one. He left the the pain of smooth glass. Leaving it empty and I started to realize I couldn’t tell who the reflection was was my world seemed pail compared with his like I’m a Phantom within the glass I thought back on my life and realized all I remember is this standing in-front of this glass stick still my outfit different then before but somehow wrong but who is right. He appears again and i skew my tie while he’s not looking I’ve decided to always be slightly off resigning myself to always making him correct one thing.