“I rememberThe way you used to hold me.I rememberThe thrill we used to share.We seem to beStrangers passing by now.Tell me, did you forget howWe once cared?”

“I'll find a way back to you. No matter what. I promise.”

“You are lyricist, me a composer - you and I make a complete song.”

“What was the point of loving when the people you loved were taken from you? When Death and Time were always looming and poised to strike, why did love exist?”

“I've been numb for years, and I didn't realize it until after you appeared and - and made me feel something. Since then, these past two weeks I've been awake. Alive. Restless for you to return - and afraid that you wouldn't.”

“It's a wonderful feeling - you believing in me”

“I’m waiting for you,” he murmured, smiling a slow, familiar grin that seemed to hint at a secretbetween them.And for the first time, Michele and the mirror reflection were in sync as they both whispered, “Metoo.”