Two-Sentence Horror: "The Other Reflection"

I noticed the mirror in my new flat was slightly off—the reflection moved a heartbeat slower than I did. Last night, the me in the mirror smiled, leaned close to the glass, and whispered, "Finally, I'm the one on the outside."

If your own reflection starts feeling like a stranger, take a breath. Identity and self-perception can be fragile things. Talking to someone is never a sign of weakness—it's the first step back toward yourself.