Echo of a Stranger
She had always avoided mirrors. There was something about her reflection that didn’t feel right, as if the person staring back wasn’t truly her. But tonight, she couldn’t resist. She stood before the glass, studying the woman she barely recognized.
Her short, pink-purple hair framed a face she knew but didn’t fully understand. Then, something shifted. The eyes in the mirror locked onto hers—not following her movements, but staring at her as if they had a mind of their own.
“Do you even know who you are?” a voice whispered, soft yet cutting, as if it came from the glass itself. She blinked, her breath hitching, but the reflection didn’t blink back. Instead, it leaned closer, its lips curling into a faint, knowing smile.
Her heart pounded. Was this her? Or someone she had yet to meet?
The figure in the mirror tilted its head, gazing at her with a strange mix of pity and amusement. “Look closer,” it said. “Maybe I’m not the echo… maybe you are.”
Echo of a Stranger
She had always avoided mirrors. There was something about her reflection that didn’t feel right, as if the person staring back wasn’t truly her. But tonight, she couldn’t resist. She stood before the glass, studying the woman she barely recognized.
Her short, pink-purple hair framed a face she knew but didn’t fully understand. Then, something shifted. The eyes in the mirror locked onto hers—not following her movements, but staring at her as if they had a mind of their own.
“Do you even know who you are?” a voice whispered, soft yet cutting, as if it came from the glass itself. She blinked, her breath hitching, but the reflection didn’t blink back. Instead, it leaned closer, its lips curling into a faint, knowing smile.
Her heart pounded. Was this her? Or someone she had yet to meet?
The figure in the mirror tilted its head, gazing at her with a strange mix of pity and amusement. “Look closer,” it said. “Maybe I’m not the echo… maybe you are.”