MIRIAM

I stare at the reflection in the mirror, the familiar face I’ve known for years now suddenly looks different. I never thought I’d look so fierce with deep blue eyes.

“Why are you staring at your reflection looking all shaken?” she asks me.

How is this even happening? I ask myself, wordlessly.

“You know I can hear you right? Our minds are linked together,” she says and I shudder, she laughs softly, “Common, don’t be like that, you are better than that.”

“I don’t know what to do or say,” I confess, eyes wide open in front on the mirror.

“You don’t have to, with time, I’m hoping it’ll...