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Through the Mirror

The mirror didn’t just show me.

It challenged me.

I stood in front of it in the low, moody light of the room — the kind of lighting that softens edges and sharpens intentions. The mirror was tall, old enough to have stories, and reflective enough to catch every angle I allowed it to see.

My hair fell in dark waves around my shoulders, framing my face with that quiet command I slip into without thinking. Red lips, cool expression, ink curling down my arms — all of it came together in the reflection like a version of me that knew exactly what she wanted.

And exactly who was watching.

Moroi stayed behind me, but not really behind me — he shot through the mirror, letting the glass fold the room in on itself. It made everything look just a little unreal, a little dream-bent. The deep purples, the patterned fabrics, the dark wood… it all swirled around us like a private world that only existed between my body and its reflection.

I shifted my stance — subtle, slow — watching how the mirror held the movement.

How it amplified it.

How it whispered back at me.

“Careful,” I said softly, letting my eyes meet my own through the glass.

“If I stare too long, I might start believing she’s the real me.”

Moroi chuckled under his breath, but the camera didn’t lower.

It never does when I’m like this.

Because I wasn’t posing.

I was inhabiting something — the reflection, the atmosphere, the moment where identity slips between who you are and who you dare to be.

I straightened my shoulders, letting the ink along my arms catch just enough light to glow. My breath slowed. My expression sharpened. The mirror caught my strength… and the thin, translucent thread of vulnerability woven through it.

Then I tilted my head — a small, teasing gesture — as if daring my reflection to keep up.

“Not just a look,” I whispered.

“A declaration.”

The mirror agreed.

The camera clicked.

And for one heartbeat, the woman in the glass felt just as real —

just as powerful —

as the one standing in front of it.

Maybe more.