Novel & Cerita Haachama Face Reflection

I use the back of my hand to scrub off the sweat forming on my forehead. I head towards the exit point of the toilet. I think I am quite calm enough to face everyone. I halt just as I am about reaching the door. My eyes grasp my reflection in the mirror that is pinned on the wall close to the door and a hand washing basin below it. I stare into the mirror and peer up at my Reflection. I am totally different person form the happy and joyous person I was about five months back.

I stared at her plumps lips pursing out leaving a tiny gap between them as she let tiny breaths out. Then I noticed something slowly start to come out of it. Drool. As soon as Sahana felt it, she tried sucking it back in. The back of her hand wiped her lips. Her eyes fluttered. They slowly opened. She rubbed them, blinking several times. I met with my reflection as I gazed into her eyes. "Jai?" "Jaiii." I felt a slightly tap on my cheek, bringing me back to my senses. "What, is there something on my face?" Sahana asked feeling around.

She even snatched a bottle of face cream off the desk, ready to dab some on me, and grabbed a mirror to shove in my face. The reflection staring back at me was a mess of acne, my skin so lumpy and twisted it could turn stomachs. I could not stand it, I swatted the mirror away, and it shattered, sending shards flying. Joanna's face flickered with shock, but she bounced back fast.

A small chair rested before it, pushed in with the exactness of a servant afraid of displeasing a master. She turned her head and the mirror caught her. For a moment, she did not recognize the face staring back. The woman’s skin looked pale against the dark shadows of the room. Her hair, tangled and damp against her temples, framed wide eyes that seemed both haunted and searching. She lifted a trembling hand to her cheek, and the woman in the mirror did the same. Recognition came with hesitation. It was her face, but altered somehow, as if the soul behind the eyes had been bruised by something she could not yet recall.

It grew warm. Then hot. Then it began to shimmer like liquid silver, pulling images across its surface like a mirror that didn’t know which reflection to choose. My own face flashed in front of me but not the one I knew. A Clara with burning void-eyes. A Clara made entirely of stormlight. A Clara kneeling before the goddess like a weapon. My stomach twisted. Aria’s moonfire pulsed beside me. “Clara… don’t look too long.” I tried to turn away but the reflection reached out of the water and grabbed my face.

I looked away as my lips curled into a slight smile. Then, just as I was letting my own eyes rest, the camera panned to a reflection in the mirror. A woman’s face. Pale skin, hollow eyes, black hair slick with something wet. Her mouth stretched wider and wider until it cracked at the cheeks, revealing jagged teeth and a gurgling scream. Even I jolted a little. I turned my head towards Ajax. He hadn’t made a sound, but I caught it—his breath hitched. Barely a second, but there. His eyes flickered toward the screen and then away, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. A vein in his neck twitched.

Khora stood before the ornate mirror, its surface adorned with symbols of the old arts. She had always been sensitive to the whispers of the universe, and today was no exception. As she gazed into the glass, her fingers instinctively tracing the intricate carvings, she felt an inexplicable shiver run down her spine. The mirror's surface rippled, like water disturbed by a stone. Khora's reflection began to warp and distort, revealing glimpses of a familiar face – her sister's face, yet not quite.

I think he has just said goodbye to the bandage, because he won't need it again. We reach where the mirror is, engraved on the wall with a gold coated frame. He stands in front of it and admires what he sees. There is no wound and there is no pain. I'm standing right behind him and our reflections in the mirror meet and we smile at each other. Then he turns around and faces me.

I bent down and scooped up water with my hands from the stream and drank to my satisfaction. As I got up to leave, I caught sight of my reflection in the clear stream water. I stood stupified with my eyes widening in horror at the reflection beneath me. My hands flew to my face immediately, touching every detail from my eyes to my hair and my nose just to confirm if that was really my reflection. Everything remained the same. No! It can't be. From what I remembered, my appearance as the Luna is strikingly different from this reflection. The hazel eyes, pointed nose and fair skin was not there. All I could see is a tall lady, slender, with crystal blue eyes and a brown hair that ran down her

“Fuck. I look hideous! I’m halfway between looking like my true self and my potion self. It’s like my face is melting off and reforming. Fuck! That’s gruesome.” He looked at Keyah, his eyes wide with horror. “Hey, it’s gonna be okay. Deep breaths. Tara did say the potion would hit the hardest the first couple of days.” Aaron rubbed a hand over his face, glancing at the mirror again. “I’m back to looking like myself!” His voice was a hoarse whisper. “How long do you think it took for my features to change back? Did I coincidentally look at myself at the exact moment my face was changing? It can’t have taken more than a few moments for it to change back. Right? Can you imagine being in public