The eerie atmosphere was prevalent in every part of the room. With the sudden darkness, every thing became profound. The moon was the only source of light in the room and the constant humming of night bugs, the only voice. The gentle winds were gone and everything was silent.
However, my gaze were struck to the giant mirror, resting on the floor, near the window.
Glowing in the dark, the mirror was illuminating with a golden light. Not bright enough to light up the whole room, but bright enough to tell me that this was not how mirrors were suppose to work.
I should be petrified-I know, but strangely enough, the fear was not there. Sitting on the bed, my breathings were heavy and my body was frigid at the very spot, but still I was not terrified.
I didn't know what possessed me at that time, that I jumped off the bed, and slowly started to walk towards the mirror. Maybe it was the unseen pull I felt in my heart, or maybe I was just a lunatic wanting to die.
In any other situations, I would have smacked my head with a bat named common sense, for behaving exactly like the dumb girl in all the horror movies. Not now.
With every step, the pull was getting stronger and stronger. I reached in front of it and my whole body bathed in that golden light.
But what grabbed my attention was not the golden glow, nor was the fact that I could not see myself in the mirror, but the silhouette, standing in midst of the glow.
The silhouette was also glowing, just a little bright from rest of the mirror. It stood straight, not moving at all. And somehow, I had a slight feeling who this was.
Arian.
'Reflection is the answer'
The poem was starting to make sense. The mirror, the reflection. Although, how can it provide the answers and more importantly, answers to what, were still some of the questions bearing no answers.
What should I do? Keep staring at it till it becomes awkward for both of us? Well, I can always start a conversation. Am I normal? Is this real? Have I finally lost it? My mind was way too blank to even point out the irrationality of the situation. I even pinched myself, just to be sure. Ouch! Fuck, this is real.
He is here.
Not the time goosebumps!
Okay Blue, you can do this. You want answers, so get them.
Taking a step closer to the mirror, in a quivered voice, I finally said it.
"Hi."
And then, the wait began. I waited in silence, anticipating the silhouette-him-Arian, to do something, for a long time. I hate waiting or anything involved with patience. So, every second of this wait, felt like a year.
Please. Say something. Anything. The desperation I felt was unexplainable and unbearable.
No response. With every second passing by, my heart sank a little deeper. Why am I sad? Hormones, is this one of your shenanigans? I probably looked like a patient with illegal brain surgery, to feel disappointed on not getting an answer from a mirror.
But then, as if understanding my disheartened emotions, he moved, and with that, do did my heartbeats.
He was no longer a stoic building, but rather, was moving-lifted his glowing arms and started making some random motions. What is he doing? Morse code? A dance? Should I join? He kept repeating the same motions, not aiding anything to my confusion.
I followed his every movement.
Up, down, horizontal, up, down. A pause. Up down and pointing at me.
