A Mirror's Image

A Mirror's Image

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There is only one thing you need to know about me, I don’t know how it happened or where I was when it did, I just know that I am dead. After his own mysterious death, Spencer Brighton is stuck in an unfamiliar scenario where he can see others but they can’t see him. Things change when he is able to interact and communicate with one of his closest friends, Eliza Whitmore. Spencer starts to follow Eliza around warning her about any harmful betrayals coming her way. In return, Eliza begins to investigate the death of Spencer, trying to help him fit the pieces of the events before his death. The catch is that the only way Eliza can see and communicate with Spencer is through mirrors.
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"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

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