Novel & Cerita Haachama Face Reflection

As I moved to sink and turned on the tap, I washed my face, the cold water easing the tension. When I looked up at my reflection, I jumped in shock. The reflection in front of me was the same one from my nightmare—blood streaming from my mouth and nose. I rinsed my face again quickly as if to wash the image away from my eyes. When I looked back, my reflection was back to normal. I groaned as I rubbed my eyes. Was I hallucinating?

He whispers, nuzzling his head into my neck. My heart stops. My body freezes. What is going on? Involuntarily, I shut my eyes. A mirror is standing right in front of me. I push the hair out of my eyes and look at my reflection. A set of eyes that match the ones I have woken up with every day of my life meet mine. "Hello, Hazel." The reflection speaks to me. The woman from the picture Ramon has shown me is standing in front of me. Her long black hair flows aimlessly at her waist.

In the puddles scattered across the ground, the figure’s reflection wasn’t the same—it lagged behind by a half-second, moving slightly out of sync. Mireya whispered, “That’s not possible.” Kaelen’s throat tightened. “It shouldn’t be. Unless the reflection didn’t break cleanly.” The figure stopped just at the edge of sight. A gust of wind swept through the valley, scattering the rain. When it lifted its head, Kaelen’s heart stopped. The face was hers. Serenya’s. Not whole, not right—the reflection of her face shimmered like glass, fractured in places, the features shifting between expressions. But it was her.

The mirror towered before her, its surface swirling with an otherworldly energy. Taking a steadying breath, Amelia stepped forward, her reflection mirroring her movements in perfect synchronization. As she approached the mirror, the surface rippled like water, revealing scenes from her past, present, and possible futures. Each reflection showed a different path, a different outcome, but only one was the truth she sought.

Something had passed in front of it. Something tall. I backed up a step. My mouth was dry as ash. Then I heard it again. "Luca..." This time, it was a voice. High. Feminine. Breathless. But not Pearl’s. Not Rosie’s either. My hands shook. I turned toward the mirror at the end of the hall, and that’s when I saw it. My reflection was wrong. It didn’t move when I did. It stood there, grinning. Its mouth stretching wider and wider until the lips tore open and the teeth—my teeth—were all I could see.

“What the...’’ His mouth almost fell on the tiled floor. It was his own reflection. He recognizes the face. It was his, of course. But his body...it was different. It was as if it was photoshopped and he had to look closer at the mirror to determine the make and the quality. Surely this was meant to make everyone who looked at it, looked better versions of themselves. Zac stood there, too dumbfounded and tried to blink his eyes for a number of times. He turned sideways a couple of times too and did a few of the funny faces he could think of to make sure that he was seeing what he was seeing.

I was making my way outside the building for some fresh air but was stopped by Emma. "Oye, Aurora." She called me so I turned to look at her. She was waving at me while standing in a group. What is it? I made my way towards her and looked at her intently. "Did you see that tall Hazel eyes with black hair dude?" She asked and I frowned. Huh? Who is she talking about?

Then I walk over to his bed and hand him the flat white box tied with a silver bow. "Thank you," he says with both eyes scrunching up as he smiles. "No problem. Go ahead and open it" Travis undoes the tape, opens the lid, and gently pushes out the waxed paper. "Oh wow ..." "I made it special," I say with a proud smile, because inside the box is a 6-inch square block of chocolate, 1-inch thick, but on top is a thin, circle-shaped slice of white chocolate, and on that circle is a smiley face drawn with dark chocolate syrup that has been cooled and hardened so it won't stain. It's the same smiling face seen on the back of Pakkun's navy blue vest. The name of this particular smiley face is "Heno

Could it be Nyra? A frown pulled the corners of my lips downward as I picked up the mirror to inspect it. It looked expensive, I admit. But would it be enough? I turned the handle, and instantly, I was met with my reflection. Only... I wasn’t smiling. I was certain I had a frown. But my reflection had a grin—so sinister, it didn’t reach the eyes. But it was different. Mischievous, even. And then, just like that, I watched as my eyes turned from hazel to a harsh blue. A dark mist surrounded my reflection, and that was when the realization finally dawned on me.

But when an image of Harris popped into my mind, I shuddered at the thought. What is wrong with me? I slowly got on my feet and walked towards the sink, turning on the faucet. I couldn’t look at my reflection in the mirror at first, as if my reflection might accuse me. When I finally did, it startled me at first. My flushed cheeks, glassy eyes and swollen lips from continuous biting which did nothing to mute my voice by the way.