Mirror On The Wall Here We Are Again Song นิยาย & เรื่องราว

_______________________________________ Ah ah Ah ah Ah ah -CJ Take my hand. -YC Ah ah Oh ah ah Ah ah -CJ Let's meet again. -YC Now that we're here, I don't know what to say Or where to begin in all I want to tell you. -YC I have been waiting for a day like today That finally allows me to come home to you. -CJ We'll sit together again, for old times' sake, And look back on all the songs that made us.

I left this life a long time ago, and I never intend to go back, but I still know how it works. Let's just hope La Famiglia leaves me the fuck alone. *** MIRA I am trying to open my eyes again. This time, I won't give up until I actually succeed. I attempt to ungum my eyelids and I hear a muffled moan. It takes me a moment to realise that the moan comes from me. I hear shuffled footsteps, then. "Mira? Mira, wake up! Don't you dare go back there you stubborn arsed woman. Wake the fuck up!"

The smack. The room is full of male voices. I don't hear her, but I know she's there, probably on the sofa behind the door where I can't see her. The TV is new – or at least, second-hand – and there's a music video playing on screen. I stop. My feet are fixed to the floor. I can't move, because I know that song. The Stone Roses, I Am The Resurrection. That song has haunted me my whole life and as soon as I hear it now, I know what this is. I know what day. What time.

The real one, pressed against the mirrored wall, confusion chasing pain in his eyes. The imposter, closer. Not mirrored. Planed and sharpened. He held something between us: a silver vial, blood. Of me. “I know you,” he said, lips curling in a predator’s smile. “But do you?” Real Julian lunged. I screamed, and he vanished. I was alone with the imitation. “Why?” The word tore out of me. He smiled wider. “You find your strength in fighting your reflection.” The mirrored wall behind him rippled again. A still image, Aria and Julian, laughing. Their perfect slice of life reflected in frozen glass.

The security footage from Jodi was playing on the screen. "Did you stage that little play in the alley yourself?

Her friends said she had become obsessed with “the woman in the mirror.” That evening, as the sun set, I stood in front of the mirror again. This time, I spoke directly to it. “Who are you?” My reflection didn’t move at first. Then it slowly smiled, a smile I had never made. It raised a finger and wrote on the inside of the glass, the letters appearing backward so I could read them: **“I am what’s left when you look away.”** I smashed the mirror with a chair that night. The glass shattered into hundreds of pieces across the floor.

“Oh my God Millie, I am sure the whole apartment heard you moan. Like girl, you never even moaned like that whenever we were doing it.” ##########

" I understand " One of the others gives us cloaks " stand guard here at the gateway " " take this rope and tie it around you so you can find your way back " we do so, and Tabi chants while we stand in front of a mirror and the once solid mirror now has ripples like waves all over it, she steps through first and I follow after her.

"It was supposed to be for me to train my listening skills during phys ed, but it's now the only thing that can prove my innocence." I started searching for the recorder in the room in a fluster.

"The song will continue." Mira placed her hand on the floor. The granite was warm, alive, pulsing with a rhythm that matched her heartbeat. "The song will never end," Mira said. "That is its gift." Ember came to the hall, her face soft with sleep. She placed her hands on the silver flowers growing from the walls. "The dead are singing too," Ember said. "They are part of the song." Mira reached out and touched her shoulder. "Everyone is part of the song."