So it is done

Eight

As Jonathan entered the bathroom, he felt a slight jolt. The ground under him seems to be moving for a second before just as suddenly stopping. Jonathan frowned as he got his feet under him.

The tremors have become more and more frequent lately...

Of course, all the news seems to be vying with each other to say that it was only a temporary phenomenon.

Just seismic activity, completely normal. Don't panic.

There is no reason to leave Mount Glenn.

These are only minor, temporary problems, and our specialists are already solving the problem that has arisen in front of them with all possible haste.

The authorities on Earth, or even in an Umbral World, remained the same.

Jonathan could smell it. The tension in the air. The whole city was saturated with tension. Every casual conversation he heard, every meaningless exchange of words between a seller and a buyer, every accidental glance... All has an undercurrent of tension,

Something was happening to Mount Glenn. Something large-scale and something...

Terrible, Jonathan, let's be honest here. Something terrible is happening.

Yes. There was no point in denying it. Something terrible was happening to Mount Glenn.

And of course we can't do anything about it, can we, Jonathan? We are just a grain of sand left to the mercy of the wind. We are not a superhero who can do things that are impossible to mere mortals and therefore capable of solving problems beyond the control of ordinary people... Oh, no, wait a minute!

Jonathan clasped his head in his hands, closing his eyes.

It doesn't bother me. It doesn't bother me.

But once, in the past, the prospect of doing nothing when you can help, would bother you, you know...

Jonathan exhaled slowly, opening his eyes, staring into the mirror in front of him.

Fucking mirror and this fucking bathroom...

Jonathan didn't like mirrors. He didn't like the look his reflection gave him. He didn't like the way it looked at him with condemnation. Didn't like it. Hated it. He wanted to destroy it. Despised it.

And you couldn't help. As always, Jonathan, there's always a reason... Was that what you told yourself when you killed that policeman?

Jonathan looked up, looking at himself, at the person beyond the mirror. Jonathan's reflection mirrored his actions with perfect precision.

There was no glint in his reflection and there was no grin, There was nothing living beyond the mirror.

His reflection, the Jonathan in the mirror... There was nothing there.

Dead, Jonathan. Dead, that policeman was killed. Murdered even.

Jonathan clenched his fist, then raised it, looking hatefully at the person behind the mirror.

His reflection did the same... But there was no emotion in the reflection's eyes.

There was no hatred and there was no rage.

Jonathan's reflection was ready to strike back, but not before Jonathan himself decided to break this mirror forever...

You killed him, Jonathan. You, you and only you.