"Don't worry, it's not like your looks even matter at this point." It continued. "What does matter?" The reflection's smile spread slowly across his face.
"Who... Or what are you?" Those fucking pills were making me see things. I stepped back, nearly falling over.
"I'm... You." His eyes turned black.
"No. You're not real."
A cold and bony hand gripped my shoulder. "I'm more real than your emotions. In fact... I am... Your emotions."
He was behind me, his hands slowly made their way down to my neck. I could feel it breathe icily on my skin. "Do you remember when I first met you?"
"Y-yes, I do."
