Tw: depersonalization, gender dysphoria

His fingers curl around the edge of the sink as he leans forward. There's a sense of hopelessness when he realizes it's supposed to be him he's staring at.

Everything's wrong, it isn't him.

The features fit the person well, hair that frames their face perfectly, eyes full of emotion, but it's wrong.

He glances up at the light above him, then back at the person, they're staring back through tears, his tears.

Why isn't it him?