ka'
n reflection in the antique mirror. The golden frame looked too
g about toda
was tired or pale, but because my eyes-
lin
lection
uld've sworn that my reflection smiled-a twi
ion. You're imagining things," I whispered, tryin
en this way, and I was just now starting to see it. The air felt heavier. The s
by the door like he sometimes did, smil
th each passing day. He barely spoke. He barely slept
. it's not suppo
but they didn't focus on me-almost
d mug of coffee and a note on the counter
ld I no
s colder today, the clouds outside drooping low like the sk
st hallway, someth
ys been shut before.
ver bothered exploring. But now, it
he door op
a small window. The only thing inside was an old, full-length mirror w
ard it before my
rime, its surface still reflected clearly. I st
asn'
ded by wilted flowers and melting candles. Her eyes were vacant. Blood tr
ace eerily similar to Ethan's, b
ard, breath caug
again, the mir
e, wide-eyed fa
oing c
ling. Yo
ce made
oorway, wrapped in her usual
on?" I asked
ixed on the mirror. "I warned
n it-it was a
show herself to you,"
e..
imply. "The first b
ou mean... some
ended in blood. And now..." She glanced at the mirror. "Now she lingers.
my knee
as mur
ed most. On the very night
kled. "And E
She only needs a brid
"You think I'
"Love won't save you. In this house, love is the
art p
I do?" I
ht. Keep the lights on. And if sh
slipped out of the room, leaving me
uld find. I even hung a towel over th
han still wasn't home. His pho
n the room turned on. The s
37
rd a
the
va
whippe
or was u
r-but now, it was bare. And in it, I saw som
e
no
identical, but her smile was cruel, her eyes black and e
er to her lips and
wly, trembl
tion chuck
but I couldn't
I felt h
e is runn
d and fell against
once... twice... then
swallowed
the nightstand. My fingers fum
on its own. A dim, unnatural
w a wedding. No
filled with dying roses. And Ethan-kneeling, his ey
e
"No, no, no-th
ned them, the
lection wa
dripped fr
heard som
kn
soft k
t on t
side th