I See My Reflection In Your Eyes Novels & Stories

love, in their eyes. "Ravishing," Rory winked, and I rolled my eyes. "Really?" With bouncing steps, I moved over to a full standing mirror, and my breath hitched when I saw my reflection. I blinked. "Is that...me?" "Of course," I heard Lazarus chuckle, as he came over to stand beside me. I glanced at our reflections.

The moment I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror, a tiny shiver found a way through my spine. The set of dark eyes that stared back at me in the mirror wasn’t anything I wasn’t used to, it meant that Vilkus was just in front of my mind, but I missed my own brown eyes that I barely ever got to see.

I yelled at my reflection, aiming with all my might to take her down with my deadly glare. Needless to say, she was tough and refused to give in. Instead, she returned the same ghastly face to me. The Audacity. I halted my parsing around in front of the mirror and sighed. "This is all because of your beautiful hazel eyes." I uttered referring again to my reflection alone in my cream-colored room, frustrated beyond compare. "I knew it from the moment they gazed upon my eyes that this would occur." I threw my hands in the air whilst exaggerating my competence.

“Do you cry lava?* I asked without thinking. “What?” She giggled at me giving me s friendly punch. “You eyes are so beautiful!” I confessed the obvious.. “If I cry lava, you should cry ice or probably brimstone, I know those are not your real eyes Desiree!* I gasped at the fact that she was seeing my eal eyes. I rushed to the mirror in the room and looked in it. “Did I forget to put on my lenses?” She giggled again walking up to me. “No you still have them but don't tell me you don't know your eyes reflects quite much when you are under white light!” She pointed out.

And suddenly, the air between us was too tight and too heavy. I blinked and looked away, turning to face the mirror. The glint of glass pulled me in. The mirror was massive, floor-to-ceiling, framed in brushed gold, it stood like a gate to another lifetime. My reflection stared back: older, harder, but still carrying the same eyes that had once glowed when he touched me.

My eyes catch on the mirror across the room. Gold burns in my reflection's eyes.

He pointed upward. “They thought they were watching us.” A pause. “But we’ve been watching them.” The Mirror Seraphina suddenly raised her hand. The sky became reflective. Every eye became visible. But behind each eye there was a person. Someone sitting somewhere. Reading. Watching. Waiting. Some smiled. Some cried. Some were confused. Some were frightened. Sophia stared. “They’re real.” Eden nodded. “And now they know we can see them.” The largest eye screamed. “CLOSE THE MIRROR!”

I said and saw my own reflection. The left part of my chest stung again as if it was being pricked by thousands of needles simultaneously. I reached for my neckline and pulled it down. My mark glowed again. I stared at myself in the mirror and I witnessed white spots consumed my pupils and irides. Darkness slowly devoured my scleras. My mouth was forced open. My reflection suddenly glitched and was replaced by Suzy’s face with mouth also open. I felt pressure on my lower and upper teeth as if someone is trying to excessively open my mouth. Pain drew on the corners of my lips.

I hear chuckles around me but chose to stay calm. Soon enough, the boys are calm again and I can relax. God, someone let me out of here! ~*~ I stand and stare at my reflection. One song comes to mind, 'Who is that girl I see staring straight back at me? Why is my reflection someone I don't know?' The girl in the mirror has flawless skin, bright wide eyes and heart shaped pouted lips, natural make up with a hint of blusher; which I'm positive won't be needed with all those eyes on me.

"But I think the cat is already out of the bag." Arnold turns around, and he stills in place, and I watch Peter's forehead tighten more, if that was even possible, and his face reddens. Why are they looking at me like that? Are they looking at something on my face? Is something wrong? Then I get off the armchair and walk to the broken window from where little light is glimmering in, and that's when I see it, my reflection in the broken window pane. My eyes shimmer with the same golden-honey speck in my eyeball, and I can't help but gasp, running my hand all over my neck, hoping it's a hallucination my brain is cooking up to deal with reality.