PROLOGUE
A
sharp, searing pain pierced through my chest as I watched the guy I liked—the guy I was falling in love with—kiss
another girl. With every fiber of my being, I willed myself to look away, my
vision blurring in a desperate attempt to escape the agonizing scene before me.
My body failed to obey; my gaze remained firmly glued to the couple.
Powerless, I surrendered to the nightmare, for a
brief moment allowing myself to imagine that his muscular arms were, in fact,
embracing me. After all, the girl’s face, with its pale complexion, high
cheekbones, straight nose and cupid-bow lips, was identical to mine. Her glossy
brown hair cascaded down her back, each loose wave perfectly matching my own.
Even her slender body curved in precisely the same places. Looking at her was
like gazing into the smooth, reflective surface of a moving, breathing mirror.
She was me.
Or was I her?
She fluttered open her long, dark lashes, and
pulling me out of the fantasy, revealed the one perceptible difference between
us: her emerald green eyes. While hauntingly beautiful, they looked nothing at
all like my pale violet ones. She stared directly at me, tightening her grip on
the only person in the world I had ever wanted to be with—mocking me for being
too late.
“Aurora,” he whispered in her ear.
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