I stared, motionless, before the mirror. As always, I stayed until I'm convinced that there is no glass, nothing, separating me from the room I see on the other side. I imagine that everything is different over there. Better. There are people, in that world, who I would like. But, like always, my hand hits the glass.

Bit of art I decided to finish between sketching out commissions

Castiel, Avarice and the art all belong to me :D

The quote is from JTHM