The Stranger In The Mirror 소설 & 이야기

She didn’t object or complain, she just nodded her head and followed what he said. She entered the restaurant again and go to the washroom to change. After few minutes, she went out and saw a woman talking to Mr. Stranger. She rolled her eyes, it comes naturally... she can’t understand why. She didn’t move. When the man felt like someone’s watching him, he turned his head. Luther saw Miss Stranger who made him act like crazy. “Excuse me, sir. I’ll be back at work.” She heard the woman said that. The man instantly nodded to the woman.

I turned quickly—no one was there. I looked back at the mirror. Now, it wasn’t me. A woman in a black wedding gown stood dead center in the reflection. Her face looked like mine—but it wasn’t. Her eyes were empty, her lips stretched into an unnatural smile… and slowly, the smile tore, spilling blood from her cheeks. The mirror began to tremble. I reached out, almost touching the glass. But before I could, the mirror fogged over, writing out a single word: “RETURN.”

I grab onto the sink infront of me for balance and everywhere suddenly grows quiet. I look up slowly into the mirror right in front of me and staring back at me is a ghastly figure with glowing purple eyes. I stumble backward, screaming my lungs out and the door suddenly opens. A female student walks in and stares at me like I’ve lost my marbles. I bite my lips as she walks up to the sink, rinsing her hands and fixing her hair like all is well. The figure in the mirror still stares back at me while this stranger acts like it's some ordinary Thursday afternoon.

My gaze trailed upward, slow and hesitant, to a face I wasn’t ready to see. Veylor Caith. The stranger who had arrived in our quiet, almost dead town for reasons I couldn’t begin to understand—and now he was standing over me like he had been waiting.

An alien and a lady undone by her own bitterness stood there looking right back at me. I lifted a candleholder and tossed it at the stranger who stood tall staring at me with no remorse. The mirror exploded into a thousand glittering pieces. The light burned out, leaving me with only the sound of my rough breathing. “If Eaton doesn’t kill her,” I whispered into the darkness, “I will.”

NINA. I stood before the mirror and felt awed. The reflection indicated a stranger standing at a strange facsimile of me. I reached out and touched my face and my cheekbones; this was certainly a different me. I think I looked like... Lauren Hilton. "Hello, dear, are you okay?" the elderly woman's voice echoed in a soft, quiet voice. I was slow in replying to the elderly woman since I was lost in thought. "Y-y-yes, ma'am," I could hardly order my head as I turned on the tap and washed my hands, trying to clear the fog out of my brain.

The strange man looked up from behind the counter as though he’d been expecting me. “You knew I’d come back, didn’t you?” I asked, placing the obsidian mirror on the counter. “I didn’t know,” he replied, his voice calm, “I just felt it.” He tapped a finger gently against the mirror. “So? Did you use it? Did you look?” “I did,” I said slowly. “His reflection didn’t change, but it was off. Slower, very subtle. Someone else wouldn’t have caught it, but I did.” He lifted the mirror carefully, turning it in his hands like a jeweler inspecting a rare gem.

But his echo remained: “There will be more. You’re not the last flame.” At the Citadel’s gates, a stranger arrived, Cloaked in red, Face hidden, Voice rough with dust. “I seek the Luna Queen,” they said. Auren stepped forward. “And who are you?” The stranger lifted their hand, Five sigils burned across their palm identical to those on Liora’s back, But upside down. Reversed. “I am the mirror of what she refused.”

A sharp grief spread through my chest as I realized I could never go back to the girl I once was. The mirror no longer showed my face, and the stranger staring back felt like an intrusion in my own life. My breath trembled as tears slipped down an unfamiliar cheek, the weight of a stolen identity was crushing me I am not sure what hurt more—losing my old face, or living with one that didn’t feel like mine. But was it his fault? No. This was destiny. “Uncle, please don’t feel bad,” I said, voice hoarse with crying.

He turned his attention to Melissa and covered her with the piece of clothing; her shoulder to her knee area. “Are you scared?” Melissa swallowed painfully. “No. Why would I be?” “I think I can hear your heartbeat.” “Through the loud music? I don’t think so.” “Good. Just wanna make sure you are okay with this.” Melissa stared in uncertainty as the stranger squeezed a small piece of lime into a shot glass that had a bit of content in it. Then he picked up the shot glass. “You asked for this but I’m not going to harm you.” Since the coat was doing a very good job protecting her from any third party, the stranger went ahead to push up her crop top till her perky boobs were revealed. He brought