Mirar After Everything Novels & Stories

After cleaning the broken tray, Mira excused herself earlier than normal. And the moment she stepped outside the chamber doors— She stopped breathing steadily. Her hands trembled violently. No. She knew what she saw. Twice. Not imagination. Not exhaustion. Something inside that mirror had looked back at her. And smiled. --- That night— Mira avoided mirrors completely. But sleep never came. Because every time she closed her eyes— She saw Elian’s reflection whispering silently through the glass. And somehow— Deep down— She felt certain of one terrifying thing. It knew she noticed it.

he said. The mirrors trembled violently as the reflection screamed and clutched its face in horror. “No! That is not allowed! You can’t smile unless you wait!” The glass cracked; one by one, the mirrors began to break apart. Camela held onto her smile through her tears and whispered fiercely, “I hate promises. I hate waiting. And I hate you.” The last mirror broke and exploded into shards of white light. Silence enveloped the atmosphere. Camela gasped for air, her chest throbbing with pain. Vincent pulled her close against him, his voice dropping low with awe.

Adrian did not respond. He opened it. The screen loaded slowly. Fragmented data. Incomplete entries. Then one line stabilized. Anna leaned closer. UNSCHEDULED SUBJECT MIRRORING EVENT DETECTED Silence. Anna frowned. “What is mirroring event.” Adrian answered quietly, “Cross-subject identity echo formation outside controlled parameters.” Silence. Anna looked at him. “That sounds like what happens between us.” Adrian did not deny it. Instead he said, “Yes.” Silence. Anna scrolled slightly.

Usually against my will. Lila: This isn’t about them. I stare at the message. Because everything feels like it’s about them. The comments. The whispers. The staring. The laughter. Ella: Then what is it about? This time her answer takes longer. When it finally appears, I read it twice. Lila: It’s about you finally seeing what I see. My throat tightens. I look across my room toward the mirror. The same mirror I’ve been avoiding for years. The same mirror I stood in front of last night.

That couldn’t be. The phone vibrated. I tore my eyes away from the mirror and looked down. “Do you see it now?” My breathing got heavier. “What did you do?” I typed quickly. No response. I looked back at the mirror. My reflection was staring at me again. Perfectly still. Waiting. Like it knew I was looking. Like it was aware. My heart started pounding harder. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real. And yet. I couldn’t look away.

Evil. I looked at Mira, and our eyes met in the mirror. Above her head, there was a dark mist that dissipated as soon as I saw it. Mira's face was pale, and there were veins at the corners of her eyes. Dark veins that resembled the dark mist I'd seen. The veins also faded as soon as I looked at them. I gasped. "Did you see that?" I asked Mira. My heart had sped up and was pounding softly. Mira looked confused. "See what?"

My deskmate, Elaine Jenkins, was the kind of girl who was born with a sharp tongue. She loved nothing more than embarrassing me in front of everyone. When I showed up in a brand-new white shirt, she sneered, "Look at the country boy who finally made it to the city. Are you really that worried people will not realize how hopelessly tacky your taste is?" When I switched to contact lenses, she laughed. "Those eyes look like a dead fish's. Taking off your glasses is not going to magically turn you into a handsome guy." Then I won a prize in the math competition. She just rolled her eyes and said, "Please. Everyone knows he stays up all night grinding through problem sets. He practically worke

In the distance, I could see rows and rows of grapevines. Suddenly, the sun and blue sky vanished, replaced by gray clouds, and it began to rain. "Does the rain bother you?" he asked me. I lifted my head, savoring the cool droplets on my face. "No. A rainy day in Italy is still better than a good day anywhere else." He laughed, and that made me look at him. His shirt was gone, revealing his smooth chest and perfectly sculpted muscles that would have made Michelangelo weep with their beauty. I reached out, tracing my fingers along his chest.

The Witness became silent. The older Liana whispered, "That's new." Liana looked into the mirror. Her reflection looked back. Then it smiled. But Liana wasn't smiling. Her reflection whispered words she couldn't hear. Liana stepped closer. The reflection placed its hand against the inside of the mirror. Liana slowly raised her own hand. Their palms touched through the glass. Then the reflection spoke. This time, Liana heard it. "I'm the choice you haven't made yet." The mirror shattered. And somewhere beyond reality... The Witness screamed.

The waist-high full-length mirror wobbled for quite a while, capturing the reflection of Candice in its unsteady gaze. The mirror reflected her pale face, a slender neck, and clothes that used to fit well but now appeared loose on her. Candice stared at the seemingly lifeless woman in the mirror, shocked. Her pupils trembled uncontrollably, and she instinctively reached out to touch the reflection in the mirror. Was this really her? Why did she look so terrible? She didn’t feel sick, but she looked awful. Candice stood in front of the mirror for a long time, trying to understand her current appearance and the reasons behind the change.