[ WP ] A magical mirror shows your reflection and your future soulmate . You only see your reflection .

I fucked up. I kicked the mirror over -- a mirror I paid $ 500 to see. It showed no one. Just me. 
 
 Before I could even turn, security grabbed me by the arms and shoulders. `` Fuck off!'' My thin arms struggled against their firm grip. `` There was no one! You hire people to advertise this shit scam?'' I almost elbow the white guy next to me, when the body guards take me by the neck, and push me on the floor. 
 
 `` You're going to have to pay for this, young man.'' I look up. It's the blonde mustache receptionist. Could n't be more than 25. 
 
 `` I,'' I sputtered, desperation clogging my thoughts, `` I ca n't. I do n't have anything.'' 
 
 `` It's nearly $ 500 to see the LoveMate Mirror. That kind of money does n't just *appear*.'' 
 
 `` It was n't mine.'' I stumble as I get up. `` It was my parents.'' My tears dragged and pulled, a humiliating condensation. `` I was disowned. Please,'' I begged, `` I do n't have anything.'' His step tik'd and tok'd along the cool floor, towards me. 
 
 `` We'll have to contact your parents then. Why did you think looking at the mirror would help?'' 
 
 `` I thought if I found my soulmate, I would maybe have a place to stay.'' 
 
 His deep suspicious eyes examined me. `` Why were you disowned?'' 
 
 `` I'm gay.'' My lips tremble. I wait for a silent reaction of judgement to pass amongst the bodyguards and the receptionist. 
 
 The receptionist nodded at the guards, `` It's alright. Let me talk to him, and see if I can figure this out.'' The iron grip was released. I felt relieved as the blood in my arms returned to normal pulse. I followed him into the next room; some empty office room. 
 
 He closes the door. My jaw cletched. Something about his position was weird. Slouched and uncomfortable. `` What are you doing?'' 
 
 `` It did n't show for me either. I think they're targetting us -- trying to discourage us or something,'' his lips curve softly. `` I'm gay too.''
