Mirror
April 20, 2027.
I stood in the bathroom of the loft, door locked, lights harsh.
The mirror didn’t lie.
Hair messy from restless sleep.
Eyes red from crying.
Lips swollen from biting them.
I stared at my reflection.
Hard.
“Who are you?”
The words came out.
Quiet.
But sharp.
I leaned closer.
Hands gripping the sink.
“You love Damien.”
Fact.
“You said forever.”
Fact.
“You built a home with him.”
Fact.
“Then why did you let Ryan touch you?”
Silence.
“Why did you touch him back?”
My breath fogged the glass.
“Why did it feel good?”
Tears fell.
Hot.
“You’re cheating.”
The word out loud.
Ugly.
Real.
“You’re becoming the thing you hated.”
I slid down.
Sat on the cold tile.
Knees to chest.
“You told Mia no secrets.”
“You promised Damien trust.”
“You’re ly
