Helllooo???!!!

I called for his name, he just taunted me and mouthed the words I said

When I tried to tap him to grab his attention, but he just tapped me back

When I showed him a book, he too held one in his hand and flashed it back.

When I tried to give him something, is mimicked me and did so back.

His world was just like mine, just as vile, just as evil, just as cruel

The best thing was, he was like me, unlike his horrid world.

Everything I did, he mimicked the action, when I hit him, he hit me back.

When I was mad, he was too, when I was happy, so was he…

We shared our life stories, though all of them were mine.

He only talked when I did, and appeared when I did too.

He wore clothes just like my own, and had the same hairstyle and pose

It was as if we came from parallel universes, the brothers we never had.

Then something queer happened, he started to break down…

Degrading, eroding, as if a river had stopped flowing…

I threw myself towards him to hear his last words.

But there weren’t any, just dead silence.

Then he shattered, breaking into pieces.

The pieces dropped to the floor, I heard each and every one.

He was gone, my best and only friend…was it true?

Was he a pane of lies or a mirror of truth?

I didn’t know, I didn’t care.

My friend was made of glass, that’s all I remember…