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

Gonna eat you alive Your heart, it's like a drum Oh, oh oh, oh, oh The chase has just begun Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Monsters stuck in your head (We are, we are, we are) Monsters under your bed (We are, we are) We are monsters, oh, oh (We are, we are) We are monsters, oh Ah, ah, oh, oh One misstep, you're mine And you better stay clever if you wanna survive Once you cross the line You'll be wishing you would listen When you meet your demise Ah, ah, oh, oh Your heart, it's like a drum Oh, oh oh, oh, oh The hunt has just begun Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Monsters stuck in your head (We are, we are, we are) Monsters under your bed (We are, we are) We are monsters, oh, oh (We are, we are) We are monsters, oh

I can hear Felix’s voice drifting through the night as he sings out the lyrics as familiar as my own name: Just one second, A beautiful moment I’m falling fast, I can't forget Over and over, your story's rewritten Unbreakable chain, my déjà vu. Love through the darkness Mirrors on mirrors I’ve been waiting all this time Fire becomes ashes A new star is born In this starlight Say you’ll be mine. The eerie, muted words are a whisper in the dark, barely discernable. Where is it coming from? It can’t be my ringtone. Surely not.

Even though I can't see her but I know she was not watching the show and her gaze is fixed on me only. "Dude are you possessed?" Hredhaan asked making me shocked. "What? Possessed?" "Yeah, you keep glancing on that black mirror and are smiling like a fool. Which sane person will do that?" Of course, they will think like that after all the mirror is see-through from only one side. "It's a see-through mirror from one side. I need to assure her that I am fine." I cleared his confusion looking at the black glass beside me. "Chubby Cheeks?" Arjun enquired.

he seemed to be absentminded as he didn't realise i was awake "what the hell happened here" i asked yawning loudly, hello turned slowly "we passed out" he said turning back to what he was doing "what do you mean by we passed out" i asked sitting up "we were looking into the reflection mirror when you forced two more hands into the mirror which is against the rules and the mirror rejected us" he explained "but will it work again?" i asked scared that i may never get to do magic again. "yes, only if we do it right" he said laying emphasis on the word "right"

Staring at the mirrored wall. His reflection? Shattered.

Every time they spoke near a mirror, the curse repeated them — but not immediately. Sometimes hours later. Sometimes slightly different. Mira: “I think it likes you more.” Echo: “It only learns what you love.” Adrian: “Stop walking through walls.” Echo: “Stop hiding behind silence.” At first, it was just eerie. Then it became personal. Because one morning, Mira woke up humming a tune she didn’t recognize — and the mirror finished it. Perfectly. She stared at her reflection. “You… knew the rest of that song?”

I asked and uttered as the man have already closed the door and I am left here all alone. "Who the fuck would be interrogating me? Well, what I know is that behind this mirror, there are people that can see me clearly and hear my bullshits clearly. Hello! Anyone there? You, nice seeing me. But for me? I can't see you. And, it's not so nice of you. Truly." I asked out of nowhere and babbled as I walk near to the huge mirror on the wall and I tried to look if I could see something from here on the inside.

I responded with the same love and passion. "Now, are you happy? " She asked while giving me a hug. "More than happy. Now you need to be a good girl and take care of yourself when I'm gone." I said, and she nodded . I kissed her before leaving, but she held my hand. "What? You don't want me to go? Okay. I'm staying home. I can't say no to my wife. " I grinned like an idiot. She pointed her finger towards the mirror. I followed her direction and looked at our reflection in the mirror. My whole face and neck were painted by her lipstick.

It’s pulsing a jagged, angry orange—a frequency I haven't seen since the Moore estate was wiped from the maps. I reach for the glass shard to pry the casing open, but a new word cuts across the mirror. D-O-N-T. "Talk to me," I say, my voice cracking. "What is this?" The mirror clears further, the words appearing in frantic, jagged strokes. B-E-A-C-O-N. I look at the silver threads on my arm. "The manifestation? It's calling them?" S-I-L-V-E-R S-I-G-N-A-L, the mirror reads. L-O-C-K-E-D.

If I were to give a song to this scene I would particularly give nobody's home by Avril Lavigne. Street after street, house after house, and finally Soraia stopped in front of a house where the smell of jasmine seemed too intimate. Detail: it was the fabric softener Katrina used to use. With slow steps and tears, she jumped from where she was standing to the first window she saw, and found herself inside a room. Her room. The world fell at her feet when she faced her reflection in the wardrobe mirror where images in her eyes came and went of her talking and laughing with Miranda and the most impacting moment was when Miranda came out of the mirror and became physical and they embraced.