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the door slammed shut, leaving me alone in the dim light of the bathroom, I turned back to the shattered mirror. The air in the room suddenly grew heavy, cold, and smelling faintly of jasmine perfume. I blinked rapidly, my heart hammering violently against my ribs as the reflection in the glass shifted once more. Standing right behind me, her arms wrapped loosely around my shoulders like a lover, was Jessica. Her hair cascaded over my chest, her freezing eyes locking onto mine through the cracked silver surface. "You're making another mistake, Davis," her voice echoed in my head, a soft, mocking whisper that sounded entirely real. "You always choose the fake diamond over the real steel. Did

Madison I stare at the girl in the reflection and barely recognize her. I’m flushed, tense and one bad decision away from completely losing it. My jaw tightens and I drag a hand over my face, exhaling sharply. No. Absolutely not. We are not spiraling over this, not over Jay Mercer. But really, what the fuck? I stand there longer than I should, staring at my reflection like she might offer some kind of explanation for why my life blew up before I even opened my eyes.

"Watch me." Mira sighed, grabbing her coat. "Being alone isn't the same as being strong, you know." "I'm both," Lumina whispered to the empty room once the door clicked shut. She sat there for a moment in the quiet Mira always left behind her. It wasn't an unpleasant quiet. It was just empty in the way everything was empty these days. A moment later, the front bell chimed. An elderly wolf, Mr. Halloway, hobbled in, clutching his hip. Lumina stood immediately, her face shifting into a practiced, gentle smile.

Victor’s voice (aged, recognizable resonates from all directions and nowhere at once: “There are no together anymore. Only the wager.” Versions of ourselves emerge from the darkness (merciless clad in the attire we donned the evening we believed we triumphed). Reflection-Elena in her bridal gown. Reflection-Alexander bearing the crimson crowbar merged to his arm. Reflection-Mamá, youthful and untouched by cancer, scalpel fingers oozing. Reflection-Rosa, eyes machetes dyed red. Reflection-Lila, Etienne alive, by her side. Reflection-me, crown unbroken scars red.

Or both. In confusion, I turned to her fully now, water still dripping from my fingertips onto the tile floor in soft, irregular plops. The mirror reflected both of us, two women frozen in the same fluorescent-lit frame, one composed and the other visibly unraveling. “An act for what?” I asked, voice sharper than I intended. The words bounced off the white tiles and came back at me louder than they should have. Elena didn’t answer right away.

“You foolish woman… you still have hope in me…” I did say that. She heard me. Shit. She heard me. I walk to the desk and slam my fists against it. Once. Twice. Thrice. A maid opens the door in a panic. “Sir, are you—” “GET OUT!” She flees instantly. I groan. The air feels tight. My lungs are pressing against my ribs. I stare at my reflection in the blackened screen of the monitor. I look like a man who’s cracked from inside. Like a man who’s trying to stay composed in the middle of a storm but has already drowned.

“We don’t get many of you around here, hey.” I slowly passed him but shamelessly stared as his half opened eyes under bushy eye brows targeting me. “Your necklace is very pretty. Very very.” He sang. I couldn’t believe I was giving a homeless drunk man my attention and he wasn’t even saying anything meaningful. I looked down at my pendant and it was back to its normal color. “It’s the same color as your eyes, don’t you think?”

Each strike from the reflection was imbued with doubt and fear, its words cutting deeper than any physical blow. “You can’t carry this alone!” the reflection shouted, its tone both mocking and desperate. “You’re too weak. And when you fail, everyone you care about will fall with you.” Alex gritted their teeth, their grip on the Nexus tightening. “You’re wrong,” they said, their voice firm despite the pain. “I’m not alone.” With those words, the Nexus in their hand flared with a blinding golden light. The reflection staggered, its form flickering as the light consumed it.

She could not even form words as she nodded continuously as the doors of the elevator closed. 'Why can't things be said about Mr Williams in this company,' she lamented to herself. She wished she could such thing with her fellow employees but she really loved her job. She didn't want to get fired. She didn't even want to think about the fact that Seth Williams himself had received Gaby on his own, he could have just let his assistant do it or she could have taken her up to his office. "You look shaken, are you alright?" Her fellow receptionist asked her after she went back to their desk seeing how shaken and sweaty she was.