“Thank you for the food. It was delicious,” I genuinely praised Umma’s cooking before washing the plates and going back to my room.

“Watch your steps, Taeyeonnie! Don’t be so hurried!” I heard Appa shout from downstairs.

Hurried? Who? Me?

No.

No, I didn’t want to see Tiffany again.. No I wasn’t eager—okay, a bit, probably. She was indeed loud, yet unlike my first impression, she was fun to hang out with. I meant, her stories were freaking funny and she was also witty. Not to mention, she was.. I didn’t really want to admit, but she was very, very pretty.

What had her mother consumed while bearing her fetus?

God. She might turn me gay.

Wait, I already was.

Hey, what’s with you, Kim Taeyeon? You liked Jessica, and Jessica only! Why would you admire a surreal thing who lived in your mirror.. Heck you should be scared. Tiffany had to be a ghost or some curious spirits who couldn’t go to afterlife.

.. A very beautiful ghost, indeed.

“Taetae!” her feminine husky voice immediately welcomed me the second I stepped into my room.

I sat across the mirror again, and was about to apologize for my previous rude behaviour, sincerely, when suddenly it went pitch dark. I panicked for some moments, thinking I might go blind in sudden, might be I was cursed for being such a jerk.. but then I realized that it was the electricity that went off, not my eyes. To worsen it, rain also started pouring heavily with some loud thunder clapping. Wow. Perfect. So much for a Sunday night.

Then I heard muffled sobs.

“T-Tiffany, are you okay?”

Instead of answering me, Tiffany shrieked loudly upon hearing the thunder clapped again. Even though I knew that I couldn’t touch her, I still inched closer to the mirror, trying to spot her or simply check her condition.

I.. I was worried. Yet it was so dark I couldn’t see anything. I couldn’t see her.

“Tiffany..?”

“T-Tae..” she sniffed.

“Yes?”

“Can you.. Can you come closer?”

Well, I was already right in front of the mirror and just some inches away from it. But then I heard Tiffany cry again, and it was kind of making me want to.. I didn’t know. To soothe her? To protect her? To hug her?

But, how?

“Hey, calm down Tiffany.. I am, um how do I say this? I am touching the mirror right now, so basically I’m right beside you.. or in front of you.. Argh , I don’t know, but hey, I am here. Don’t be afraid.”

Then muc