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The Mirror That Forgot Me. AI-Generated.
I used to trust mirrors. They were honest. Brutally honest. They didn’t lie like people did — didn’t flatter, didn’t soften, didn’t pretend. Every morning, my reflection greeted me with the same tired eyes, the same half-committed smile, the same quiet acceptance of who I was. Until one day, it didn’t. It began on a Thursday. The kind of day that feels like filler between better ones. I woke late, groggy, dragging myself into the bathroom. The air was cold; the light flickered once. I splashed water on my face, blinked, and looked up — only to see my reflection blinking a second too late. Just a second. But that second split something inside me. I remember standing there, frozen, dripping water, trying to convince myself it was nothing. Sleep deprivation, caffeine withdrawal, bad lighting. Maybe I imagined it. But deep down, I knew mirrors don’t delay. They just don’t. The next morning, it smiled before I did. That’s when I knew something was wrong. At first, I thought it was a trick of memory. Maybe I smiled without realizing, and my brain registered the lag incorrectly. The human mind does strange things under stress. But the third morning, it tilted its head when I didn’t. The gesture was familiar — my old habit whenever I was lost in thought. I hadn’t done it in years. But there it was, happening on its own, on the other side. I remember whispering, “What are you doing?” And my reflection smiled, like it was about to answer — then froze, perfectly still. I didn’t move for nearly a minute. Neither did he. Days passed. The gap between me and it widened. It became bolder. Sometimes it looked sharper, cleaner, younger — not in age, but in energy. Like it remembered something I had forgotten. The reflection’s eyes seemed brighter, almost amused, as if it knew a joke I wasn’t in on. One night, while shaving, I nicked my cheek. Blood ran down my face — a thin red line. But the reflection didn’t bleed. It just watched me. And smiled. That’s when I dropped the razor. I tried recording it. Set up my phone beside the mirror, camera rolling, waiting for any slip. I wanted proof — not for the world, just for myself. But when I replayed the footage, everything looked perfectly normal. Every blink, every move, completely synchronized. On camera, there was no delay. No smile before mine. No difference at all. That somehow made it worse. Because now, the betrayal was personal — something only I could see. At night, I began covering the mirror with a towel. I avoided reflections — windows, screens, even spoons. I brushed my teeth in the dark. I lived like a ghost afraid of its own face. Still, I could feel him — that other me — standing behind the glass, breathing in sync with me, waiting. Sometimes, late at night, I’d sense movement from under the towel. A shift, a pulse. As if he was stretching after a long sleep. And sometimes, I dreamt of him. In the dreams, he wasn’t trapped anymore. I was. I’d find myself on the wrong side of the glass — cold, silent, staring out at him. He’d move freely, living my life, wearing my clothes, smiling my smile. When I tried to scream, no sound came. My voice was swallowed by the glass. Every morning, I’d wake drenched in sweat, trembling, staring at that towel-covered mirror — afraid to check which side I was on. Last night, I gave in. Curiosity, I’ve learned, always wins. I uncovered the mirror. The glass shimmered faintly, reflecting the dim yellow of the bathroom light. And there he was, already waiting. His expression was calm. Too calm. His movements were smooth, deliberate, as if rehearsed. I felt like an intruder in my own reflection. “Why are you doing this?” I whispered. He didn’t answer. Just tilted his head — that same habit — and mouthed something. No sound. Just shapes of words, forming and dissolving like breath on glass. I leaned closer. The air was cold. Our breaths fogged the same surface. Then I understood what he said. He mouthed: You stopped being you. I stumbled backward. My chest tightened. He smiled, gently, almost pitying me. Then he raised his hand and pressed it against the glass. I hesitated, then raised mine to meet his. The moment our palms aligned, the mirror rippled — like water disturbed by a drop. Cold shot through my arm. He pulled. The world tilted. My body froze. I tried to scream but no sound escaped. The bathroom dissolved around me — colors melting, light bending, gravity forgotten. Then everything stopped. I opened my eyes to silence. But the view was wrong. I was behind the glass. The mirror’s surface rippled faintly between me and… him. My reflection — now real, now free — stood outside. He adjusted my tie, smiled my old confident smile, and turned off the light. I pounded the glass, shouting, begging, but my voice made no sound. He didn’t look back. Now I wait here, in the dark reflection of a life I no longer own. No one has noticed the difference. My friends say I seem brighter. More confident. They say it’s like I’ve finally come alive. Maybe they’re right. Maybe I’m the copy. Maybe I was always the reflection, and he was the real one, just waiting for me to fade. I don’t know anymore. All I know is this: Never stare too long into a mirror. Because sometimes, when you blink — they stop blinking back.Start writing...
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