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Echoes Before It Happens - Part 9: Zaiyen’s Diary

 📓 Echoes Before It Happens: Zaiyen’s Diary  

🗓️ Part 9: The Mirror That Lied  

✍️ By Zaiyen


After the phone call, I became obsessed with the date —  

**27th**.


But something else started to change.


It began with the **mirror in my room**.


I walked past it one night…  

and noticed something was off.


My reflection didn’t match me.


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Not in the usual way —  

not the delay, or the tilt.


It was…  

**wrong**.


My eyes blinked twice when I only blinked once.  

My reflection smiled… when I didn’t.


And then it whispered:


> **“You missed your chance. Again.”**


I froze.


My heart pounded.  

I turned around — nothing.  

Turned back — it was normal again.


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The next night, it happened again.  

But this time… the reflection didn’t move at all.  

Like a frozen version of me.  

Just watching.


I covered the mirror with a cloth.  

But something still felt like it was staring through.


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On the night of the 27th,  

I left the house, like the voice warned me to.


When I came back —  

the mirror was cracked.  

From the inside.


A single word etched at the corner:


> **“Liar.”**


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Was it trying to warn me?  

Or mock me?  

Or show me the version of myself that already failed?


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Since then, I don’t trust mirrors.  

Because some reflections don’t just show you —  

they **watch you**.  

They wait for your mistakes.


And sometimes…  

they already know how your story ends.


🖋️ — Zaiyen


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