Nova

Nova had always felt an emptiness in her heart, a longing for something she couldn’t name. She often spent evenings staring into her bathroom mirror, wondering why love had eluded her. Perhaps she was destined to wander this life alone, searching for a spark that never ignited. But one morning, everything changed. As she prepared for the day, Nova noticed a thin crack in the mirror. It hadn’t been there the night before, and curiosity pulled her closer. As she examined the fissure, it began to grow, spidering across the glass like a creeping shadow. Suddenly, with a resounding crash, the mirror shattered, fragments cascading to the floor. But amid the shards, a figure emerged—a woman, equally bewildered, her reflection a haunting echo of Nova’s own. She stood before a sink in a parallel world, a universe that felt both familiar and distant. Their eyes locked, and for the first time, Nova felt a jolt of Hope. Tentatively, they reached out, fingers stretching across the divide. When their hands finally met, a surge of warmth coursed through Nova, as if she’d found the piece of herself that had been missing. But the moment was fleeting. The mirror began to reform, the cracks knitting together like a spell unbroken. Nova banged on the surface, desperation flooding her heart. The mirror held steadfast, unyielding, an indestructible barrier between them. “Wait! Please!” she cried, her voice echoing in the silence. The woman on the other side mirrored her anguish, their connection palpable yet painfully out of reach. Nova realized that her soulmate, the one she had longed for, existed in a world she could never touch. And as the last shard of light faded, she understood: sometimes, love meant letting go, even when the heart desperately yearned to hold on.