BLAKELY

“Stay here with me. I’m afraid of mirrors.”

I was feeling tired and sleepy. I wasn’t even sure if I really saw how Thorne’s forehead scrunched in confusion.

“Mirrors?” he asked.

I didn’t have the energy to answer him. I was drifting off to deep slumber.

“Jeez, you can try again, Blakely… try again,” I felt him lowering down to my ears. “If only I did know better. You just want us to continue what we were doing right?”

I seemed to hear his voice laced with mockery. He probably thought I was just trying to lure him to stay.

‘I am really scared of mirrors…’

I wanted to...