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Justin said and Brandon stopped. " Let her go, " Justin drag him away. Faith was so helpless and ashamed she stayed for a minute and then runs to the bathroom. She stands in front of the mirror of the girl's toilet and cried bitterly. " Look who is here?" A familiar voice comes. She look to the side and the same girl was there. " Hey, little lamb," she said and Faith clean her eyes, she was holding napkins in her hand. " What do you want?" Faith asks.

She sniffled and added out of nowhere, “I miss you, Liam. I miss you so much.” His blithe, upbeat laughter rang from the other side, followed by the faint sounds of horns blaring. A few seconds later, he continued, “Silly girl. You make it sound like we’re millions and gazillion and bazillion of miles apart! Look, stay there. I’m coming. They might not let you go home, but no one says that I can’t go to the hotel instead, did they?”

I took out my phone and scrolled to the one photo in the album where Mom was actually smiling. Finally, the boarding call came. Outside the window, Northbridge shrank smaller and smaller behind the plane. I leaned against the glass and closed my eyes. Mom's voice drifted up in my memory, as clear as if she were beside me. 'Ted, sweetheart. Life's like riding a train. Some people get on, some people get off. Don't let it weigh on you too much.' She was right. Mom had gotten off first. Chloe had reached her stop, too. Now, it was my turn to move on to whatever platform came next.

Each mirror whispered, showing scenes of betrayal, failure, and temptation. Elliot exhaled, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “This is the final stage of the gate. Our minds will be tested, not just our hearts. Resist the illusions. Trust in us. Trust in yourself.” Marcus’s voice was calm, analytical. “Every mirror is a test. The closer you look, the more powerful the illusion becomes. Focus on reality. Focus on unity.” Liam’s stance radiated protective strength. “We move as one. Every step, every choice, every breath in sync. No one succumbs alone.”

I could only faintly force out, "Z-Za-n-e…" "Raina? Are you calling me?" he asked. Then, I heard the sound of a key being inserted into the lock. It seemed Zane was going to open the cellar door. Was I about to be saved? But just then, Moira's saccharine voice halted Zane's actions. "Mr. Wade, the baby and I miss you." I was so close! Filled with urgency, I tried to scream again. But sure enough, even after channeling all the warmth I had left in me, I could only push out one syllable.

“Face the mirror, or lose them all.” Her companions shouted, their voices drowned out by the figure’s laughter. Jessica’s heart pounded as she looked at the mirror, its surface now clear, reflecting not her face but a battlefield strewn with bodies—Kade, Selene, Lucas, Bryan—all lifeless, their eyes staring blankly at a sky devoid of stars. “No,” she whispered, tears streaming down her face. “I won’t let that happen.” She stepped toward the mirror, but Kade grabbed her arm, his grip desperate. “Jess, don’t. We don’t know what it’ll do to you.”

Joseph’s words replayed in his mind, each syllable weighing heavily on him. "I’m not here to grill you. Mira... she’s been through a lot. After our mum died, she shut herself off from people, especially boys. You must be special if she let you in. Just... do right by her, She deserves someone who’ll treat her well. Can you promise me that?" Luke clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. “I won’t let you down,” he muttered under his breath, the promise burning in his chest. The sound of shuffling feet broke his reverie, and he looked up to see Justin stumbling out of his makeshift bedroll, his hair a disheveled mess.

“If our love was just a circus you'd be a clown by now... Don't you know I'm still standing better than I ever did.. looking like a true survivor.. feeling like a little kid..” I move to the mirror, picking up my toothbrush and rinsing it. “I'm still standing after all this time... Picking up the pieces of my life without you by my side...” I squirt toothpaste in it and pop it in my mouth. I am humming along to the words, eyes closed. I am moving around, swaying my hips in tune to the music.

Bianca stands before the mirror in her private apartment, framed by warm lamplight. Her fingers trail lazily along the glass as though she were stroking her own reflection. She sprays a mist of her most expensive perfume across her throat and wrists, then leans closer, mashing her crimson lips together until they glisten.

MIRROR, MIRROR Take a look at my face, What do you see? I feel nothing anymore. Take a look at my scars, They've never faded. Take a look at my eyes, Can you quantify the pain in them? I live, Memories of the past, Threatening to drag me under. I made a mistake, To think I'd ever be fine. I'm a broken piece, Nothing, can ever mend me. I'm sorry I loved you, Sorry I lied to you.