I See My Reflection In Your Eyes Novels & Stories

As I confronted my own image in the mirror, a soft smile graced my lips, captivated by the sight of my own beauty and pristine state. However, in the midst of my contemplation, a sudden flicker of familiarity pierced the mirror's surface—a flash of crimson-tinged eyes that belonged unmistakably to Alpha Xavier. Startled, I instinctively glanced behind me, half-expecting to find him standing there. Yet, to my bewilderment, I discovered no one but myself in the reflection. A surge of anxiety coursed through me, causing my heart to quicken its pace. Slowly, I turned back to face the mirror, filled with trepidation at the prospect of his eyes materializing within it.

His eyes meet mine in the mirror. “You look like mine.”

She then removed the cloth from the canvas and took a few moments to focus on the painting. Her gaze was drawn to the painting of a woman with tears in her eyes, looking down at the ground. Angela sobbed as she gazed at the canvas. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. "It's me," she said quietly, her mouth agape. "Yes, Angela," The Crying Lady, "is you."

A mirror. And I refuse to look away from what it reflects.

I did a good job, too, because it lay hidden there until my sophomore year when one phone call stripped those masks away, laying bare the Truth so I could see myself for what I was. *** As maybe you can imagine I avoid mirrors as much as possible. Can’t be managed all the time, obviously. I do have to shave, comb my hair and brush my teeth occasionally. There’s also the rear-view mirror in my cab, too. That’s somehow the worst. It focuses on my eyes. Everyone’s heard it by now. It’s used in countless stories, poems and movies when someone wants to sound insightful. Eyes are the windows to the soul. Cliché, but remarkably apt. I hate looking into my eyes. They’re dead and flat, which spooks m

Is this why she doesn't hang out with me as much as she used to? My eyes were drawn to my reflection in the glass windows by accident. When I saw the sadness in my eyes, my eyelids fluttered, and there went the tears streaming down my cheek.

It's a lot more fulfilling than just seating around and waiting to be served. I let my gaze drop to my fingernails and kept staring at it. I remember digging it into the ground earlier at the arena and wasn't expecting it to look anything neat and not filled with dry blood either. The only recognizable feature on the mirror, was the freckles on my face and brown hazel eyes gazing into mine. Those eyes are my only reminder why quitting wasn't an option, Why I had to keep going still and each time it stares at me, I see him gazing right back at me and causing a spirit to rise within me.

Still, a very blinding color when you're coming out of darkness. I placed my hands on the white granite marble top and stared at my reflection in the mirror. Did I like what I saw? No. I did everything I could to distort my appearance but I still saw the monster that lurked within. The monster my old man had trained me to be. My green eyes flashed a steely silver that made me wince. I tore my gaze away from the mirror and released a harsh breath.

I can't even explain why I don't want to see myself, I guess I've made up an idea of what I look like in my head and I don't want to ruin it, "I don't want to see my face." Angie starts to say something, but I don't pay attention to her because I accidentally got right in front of the mirror and when I open my eyes I'm face to face with my reflection. Sure, I've seen myself on the computer screen or in glass, but I never pay attention to them. This time, however, it's impossible not to pay attention. "Fuck," I curse and step closer to the mirror, "This is me?"

SKYLAR I wipe down the mirror and then look at my reflection. I take a sharp breath in as the sunken look around my eyes is gone and there is more colour in my cheeks. Again, Iris seems to giggle at me in my head. I look into the mirror, staring at my reflection and say, “What are you giggling about?” I watch as the eyes, my eyes, change to the ones I saw in my dream and she says, “You have it bad…”