Reflected In You Novels & Stories

No. “I... am a single mother...you...you can’t ....I am damaged goods....I can’t Levi....” I stammered as my heart begged for me to stop. But no. I just can’t do this. I turned around and ran away wishing that I never met Levi. little droplets of salty tears flew from my eyes as I ran towards my room. I am sorry Levi. Forgive me *End of flashback*

I searched hard in those eyes for an answer. It was burning with pain. “I—I do not… wait!” It hit me. I saw myself reflecting in his clear amber eyes. “I did this to you!”

Her reflection glared back at her from the black mirror of her phone screen, eyes dark with venomous resolve. “…then neither will you.”

Each reflection was me—different versions, fractured, flickering like static. My reflection in one mirror smiled. Another looked terrified. A third was bleeding. “Which one are you?” she asked. Her voice came from everywhere and nowhere at once. “Which version deserves to exist?” “I’m not a version,” I whispered. “I’m me.” The reflections laughed in unison, the sound hollow and haunting. “Then prove it.” Every mirror cracked at once, shattering into shards that hovered in the air around me. Each piece glowed faintly, showing moments of my life—Liam’s touch, Grandma Helen’s smile, the night I left, the moment I decided to live for myself.

“The man drove all the way back for you. And waited. Like… full-on gentleman behavior.” Ava didn’t reply. But as she stepped into the bathroom and turned on the tap, she caught her reflection in the mirror… and she was smiling.

At that point, my reflection was no longer in the room. "What do you mean?" I asked. "I asked who you were talking to and you're asking me what I mean?" She said, quite pissed off. It must have been in my head. I responded silently, lowering my gaze to the floor. "She can't see me. Neither should you also be seeing me." My reflection whispered into my ears. It felt like she was real. It seemed real. But again, maybe I'm just imagining things since I crave affection from just anyone. "Keep your emotions in check lest you do something yMira Chenou will regret." She said before her voice ceased.

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.

"I'll bath you. You look like you need it." While the water ran, I caught my reflection in the mirror. My eyes looked different. Harder. There was something predatory in my expression now, something that hadn't been there before. I was changing. Becoming what I needed to be. You conquered death once, I told my reflection. Now you conquer everything else. TO BE CONTINUED...

But when I opened them again, I caught a faint reflection in the car window my reflection. It was smiling. And this time, still, I wasn’t. What the hell!

Neon stood behind me and looked at me in the mirror. "What do you think?" I smoothed the dress of invincible wrinkles. "I don't think…" He touched the dress at the back. Feeling the material through his fingers, and running his fingers through up and down the curves of the dress. When his fingers came in contact with my skin, I felt all my juices pooling into one spot. Our eyes locked in the mirror, I knew that look. I had seen it before, on so many men at the club. It was raw lust. He loosed his tie, suddenly finding the room too hot. Man.