I See My Reflection In Your Eyes Novels & Stories

statement from my mouth. " Let me show you something," I held his hands and led him to the pond. " Please, don't be shocked but this is the truth. Like you I also have two images of mine. But, one can only be seen in the mirror,"I shuffled the water in the pond and waited the water to remain still. I breathed heavy and then, with a heavy sigh, I turned my face to the water. The water showed the image of Nerfeiti. " You really are someone different in there. But, someone familiar. Those eyes I have seen them. I feel like I have looked at those eyes before," he said being all bemused.

Now, I was on top of her. "We..." I paused. "We have the same eyes." As I scrutinized her face, the moonlight reflected from her glassy eyes. I slicked back her damp hair. She was a delicate portrait that I pictured in my mind. "Those eyes..." I murmured. "Eyes that beg, yearn, and suffer." It was a reflection of mine. "Now, it makes me think... When will it tear with joy? Will we ever find happiness?" I smiled.

he said with a broad smile. I immediately made my way towards the restroom, desperately needing a moment alone to compose myself. Looking in the mirror, I could see the pain in my eyes. The reflection was me, but at the same time, it seemed I was looking at a different person—a jealous and tormented version of myself. Even when I closed my eyes, I could see them tangled together, almost close to making love just in front of me. I splashed cold water on my face, trying to regain control over my racing heart and turbulent mind.

My gaze darkened upon seeing the still images of my reflection and Mikael’s silhouette through the window. …

“Can we not provoke the haunted mirror? Please?” He puts his hands up. “What? I’m being supportive. Just… sarcastically.” I glance at the mirror again. “I think it shows who we truly are. Or what we’re becoming. But only if we’re meant to see it.” Teo finally breaks his silence. “And the eyes?” His voice is sharp. “They weren’t yours.” “No,” I say. “They were someone’s. Maybe… a wolf’s.” A chill creeps up my spine. “Maybe the one inside me. Or maybe the one who wants to replace me.”

At that point, my reflection was no longer in the room. "What do you mean?" I asked. "I asked who you were talking to and you're asking me what I mean?" She said, quite pissed off. It must have been in my head. I responded silently, lowering my gaze to the floor. "She can't see me. Neither should you also be seeing me." My reflection whispered into my ears. It felt like she was real. It seemed real. But again, maybe I'm just imagining things since I crave affection from just anyone. "Keep your emotions in check lest you do something yMira Chenou will regret." She said before her voice ceased.

I was startled by what I saw in the reflection of the mirror, it was not myself. It's a lady, a beautiful lady wearing a white dress. She smiled at me. I could freely observe her lovely face. The narrow eyes with roundness. Her smile that can only be seen on her lips but not on her eyes. Because what I see in her eyes is pure sadness. Full of sorrow, fear and pain. I feel my heart tighten. I can feel the heavy feeling she feels. I also feel her pain. "Who are you?" I asked with all my courage despite the fear not wanting to leave my system.

I stared at my reflection for a long time. The woman looking back was tired. Hollow-eyed. Pale. My fingers rose and touched the glass. And for a moment—just one fleeting moment—my reflection smirked. I stepped back with a gasp, heart leaping. But the reflection was just me again. Just… me. Wasn’t it?

I feel as though I'm walking above the water when I look at my feet because I can see my reflection in all the ripples that I'm making. Who am I? Even though I'm in a sad place right now, I couldn't help but be intrigued when I looked in the mirror and recognized a side of myself that I never realized I had. As if it's sufficient to inform me that this is only a dream, while it's also not. Although it is puzzling, there is no need for concern because, as I glance at my hands, they are not even the slightest amount of trembling. I see that the mirror is following me as I turn to resume the search, so I pause and take another glance at it. This time, however, it does not even reflect my image.

he commanded in a husky and thick tone. I found myself entranced as he made me look into the mirror, our eyes locking in a mesmerizing gaze. I was captivated by his intense stare, and it felt like he could see right through me. My hands remained locked behind his head as if held by an invisible force, and I couldn't bring myself to look away or move them back to my lap. The mirror seemed to amplify the connection between us, reflecting our intense gazes and the unspoken emotions that swirled between us. It was as if I could see deeper into his soul, and in that moment, I felt a sense of familiarity and closeness.