I looked at the mirror, and instead of seeing my own reflection, I was seeing something else. A terrifying past that no one saw but me. I felt like my foot was grounded on the wooden floor of the mirror house.
I closed my eyes because as I see infinite reflections of myself terrified me. I would probably not get out of this place.
When I felt someone held my hand, I opened my eyes. Instead of seeing myself, I saw a thousand of Albert's reflections smiling at me.
"It's okay, Sel," he said as he interlaced our fingers.
I shook my head. It wasn't okay. I wasn't feeling okay. I was diagnosed by my psychiatrist with eisoptrophobia due to the traumatic event I experienced. Even if I had long years of therapy, I never got over this fear.
He took his handkerchief out of his pocket and rolled
