Novel & Cerita Reflection Of You Book

We all sat down on the steps behind the auditorium during break, the spring air light around us. “I actually wanted to show you guys something,” Lucy said, pulling the notebook from her chest and opening it with trembling fingers. “I’ve been writing.” “Writing?” I asked, leaning in. “Yeah. A book. A real one. I finished it last week.” Dolly and I gasped in unison. “Wait—what?” I said, taking the notebook gently from her. The first page was neat, filled with flowing handwriting and a beautiful title: Reflections of the Mirror Girl.

A reflection that should have been impossible. My reflection stepped forward, movements deliberate, confident, almost predatory. The air around it seemed heavier, as though the shadows themselves had mass. Its eyes glowed crimson, a piercing contrast to the dim chamber light. It wasn’t just me; it was everything I feared I could become, magnified tenfold. “You lost your throne once,” the reflection said, voice a low, rumbling growl that shook the ground beneath us. “You’ll lose it again.” The words hit me like a physical blow. I stumbled back instinctively, my instincts screaming at me to attack, to defend, to assert dominance. But the reflection didn’t move like an opponent in a fight, it

“I didn’t expect you to be the killer. It wasn’t enough that you killed your parents-in-law. Why did you have to kill my mother too?” I looked at the three of them. They all had the same reaction. I froze for a moment. How was that possible? A mirror was just a mirror. It showed whoever stood in front of it. How could it show my face no matter who looked into it? But their grief did not look fake. What was so strange about that mirror? How could it make my wife, my trainee, and my neighbor all believe I was the killer? “I didn’t kill your mother. It wasn’t me.”

I bet you can! My fingers quickly started typing. Me: don't you wanna come to cheer me up? I smeared the pink lipstick on my lips. I smiled to see the reflection of my face in the mirror. Those people are right, my and Arga's faces are very similar. Are we matched? Ah, I hope. Tiiiiinngg.... Arga: I'm having an event at my campus, honey. The smile that had appeared on my face slowly faded. There was resentment in my heart when Arga refused to see me.

At least until Kate mustered up enough courage to tell her. "There's a bookstore? I wouldn't mind stopping by. I love my job but I'm gonna go crazy if I have to read another medical book." "Yeah, just across the-you know what, I think they're closed today." Iris cuts herself off when she sees Kate shake her head subtly with a hard look on her face, a look that says stop.

With the boundary between them that are now crumbled. “The imperfect reflection of yourself. The product of the fault that shouldn’t had happen in my original world and book. The shard of the prominent and original couple’s offspring.” Wide eyes and on edge, almost confronting and screaming, yet he immediately held himself together and stop himself from the nonsense that he is just thinking. Jeffrey clenches his hands and tight into a fist. Dismay, but couldn’t be, knowing that he couldn’t do anything for the world and book that is long gone and crumbles. Having the prof of the end with Haruna’s image.

“I went to the bookstore yesterday. Vevila is still grumpy as ever. I bought the other book.” I showed Shania the book in question. “But it’s the same. No code-breaker whatsoever.” “That sucks, huh?” “I’m at my limit, to be honest. I just want to go and compel her to tell me. Gods.” “Yeah, good luck with that.” “Ugh.” I grabbed my compact, but I stopped when I looked at the image being reflected in the mirror. “What?” I placed the item sideways atop a line on the page and my eyes widened in shock.

Maybe only in romantic books and movies. Since when am I so dramatic? I just need to stay focused on my work and keep my mind occupied. We're just two colleagues who had a good time at a club. There's nothing more to it. I say out loud while still facing the mirror, straighten my hair, and leave. "Did I take long?" I ask as I approach the table and sit down. "Not too long. So, what have you concluded?" "What do you mean?" "You washed your face; you always do that when something bothers you. As if the discomfort would disappear with just water."

Inside the Archive, the shelves moved with my breath. I passed by a book bound in velvet dusk. Its title: The First Time You Chose Softness Over Safety. Another: How You Loved When No One Was Looking. I reached for a third. It burned with light before revealing its name: What You Became When You Stopped Trying to Be Understood. I wept then—not from pain, but from reunion. The guide touched my shoulder. “There’s one more,” they said. They led me to a door I hadn’t noticed.

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