Novel & Cerita Reflection Of You Book

They slid down my cheeks, hot and relentless, mixing with the remnants of the rain. I wanted to scream. I wanted to break something. I hoped to claw my way out of this life and into hers. But all I could do was sit there, trembling in the dark, staring at my reflection in the rain-streaked glass. Whispering the question, I couldn’t be silent. Who is going to die first?

For the first time, hesitation crept into my heart. It was not because of Phoebe. It was because I realized that the trip had been like a mirror, reflecting parts of myself I had always avoided seeing. I began to wonder whether I had long grown tired of a life that felt too predictable, only lacking the courage to admit it. One weekend, Shanine brought up the idea of taking another short trip with Phoebe. Looking into her hopeful eyes, I suddenly understood something. Once a secret existed, it would never truly disappear.

Pain exploded up my arm. Do you want to break her? Or do you want to break yourself first? I glared. “Neither.” Then you’re wasting your time. Its form shifted rapidly, flickering between Lila’s face and hundreds of other faces—friends, professors, students, anyone I’d ever cared about. I staggered backward, disoriented, heart hammering. My mind reeled. Do you see now? Reflections can bleed. They take what you love, twist it, and feed it back to you. And if you fight me, I will teach you exactly how painful it can be.

My reflection stared back at me from the mirror across the room: put together, pretty, ready for a date with the nice one. I could do this. I could show up and be present. I can do it again. I sat down on my bed and opened the book I bought earlier. The protagonist was describing her relationship with her mother, the way love and obligation and resentment could all tangle together into something impossible to parse, and I found myself highlighting whole paragraphs on my phone's reading app. I was so deep into the book when my alarm went off at 4:45. It’s a reminder to check my appearance one more time. I was sixty pages in and completely absorbed.

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.

The trying that might fail, but is still trying. I burned the notebook. The archive. The documentation of your becoming that was also mine. Not because I don't love you. Because I do. The not-romantic, messed-up, still-trying kind. The kind that destroys and apologizes and destroys again, but is learning—slowly, failing, learning—to want your freedom without dying from it.

“Give your blood to the mirror. Let the darkness turn to the light. Your heart will answer your question. But there is a price you have to pay if you fail. Your soul will be mine forever.” She immediately put the book on the table and took the paper-knife and cut her palm. It startled her as she dripped her blood onto the mirror. Every drop of her blood gets absorbed into the mirror and turns it clear. She then held the book in her hands. She couldn’t blink with her eyes wide open as she looked into the mirror. She saw a naked girl smiling at her and her face was just like hers. “Her heart is as beautiful as her face. The book has got what it wants. She has broken the seal. We are all free n

Theo paused, gauging Tina's expression as the latter tried to process the information. "Because demons feed off human essence, she mostly chose to leave you here on earth, sent to orphanages or at the doorstep of childless couples to release more chaos in this world when they're old enough. Especially her Mirrors, her favorite children." Theo said, looking Tina in the eye. "You're a Mirror, Tina, and so is the Princess of Envy." "Mirrors," Tina whispered. The revelation made sense. Everywhere she went, whenever the secrets surrounding her birth resurfaced, it was always around mirrors. In bathrooms, the elevators...

Looking at the smirking face in the mirror, I demanded, “Who are you? What do you want from me?” “If you talk like that, it will seem you do not like me,” it replied with a pout. “Answer me,” I gritted, glancing at the locked door. It was hard to keep my voice down. Without a doubt, someone was standing outside, listening in. “I am your reflection.” “You are not my reflection. Oh gods, why am I indulging you? Trust me; you will regret appearing to me.” “What are you going to do? Hex me away? Oh, you don’t have your powers anymore.”

Suddenly my reflection smiled as I gasped backing up for a second. " Why are you surprised? " My reflection spoke to me as my body kept shivering. I lost my sanity. " I told you, you are me, and I are you. " My reflection laughed loudly hugging themselves as I held my hair in response. " I, what, are you! " I couldn't speak, I know what I'm already but I couldn't believe it. I will never accept it. " You look cool, Kelly, with me by your side, we will show this world the ruthless queen they deserve. "