Her reflection in the mirror glared back at her.
Eyes frazzled and glassy, skin gray and cold, her hair stuck to her skin ─ smearing against her cheeks, her lips, once full and beautiful, now cracked. Her amber eyes spun around, the room hazy ─ disorienting. They trailed up the walls; countless smiling paintings loomed around her; the eyes splotched out─ or she looked at the large bed, and desk, and closet─
Her breathing quickened─
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck─
She met her gaze and screamed.
The girl in the mirror wasn't her.
Her hand blindly reached for the scissors knocking off brushes─makeup products; blushes, eyeliner, lip-stains─ vials, mirrors, hair pins─
─she slashed off her hair.
The reflection smiled.
Soza awoke with a scream.
── just a small wondering here, would anyone be interested in drawings of soza and what she looks like spanning throughout the series?
if so, i'll upload them in the next chapter or so.
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Fantasy───── the third heir sequel. ─── takes place during the comic timeline; though a lot is made up. ❝ there is freedom in not belonging, you know. ❞ ───── STATUS; on-going ─ EXTREMELY slow updates. ───── atla x oc. ─ written, 12 - 24...