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Unknown Mind: Viyan’s Diary – Part 15: The Mirror That Cracked

 🧠 **Unknown Mind: Viyan’s Diary – Part 15: The Mirror That Cracked**


Yalini’s message kept repeating in my mind:


> “When the mirror breaks…  

> I’ll be on the other side.”


I knew where I had to go.


---


My old college washroom.


The mirror there…  

it had cracked the day my confidence broke.


I stood in front of it —  

dusty, ignored, forgotten.


But as I looked at my reflection…  

**it moved first.**


---


My hands were still.  

But the reflection tilted its head.


It blinked slowly — but not like me.  

It smiled — the *same twisted smile* I saw when I opened the door.


I wanted to run.


But the voice came from *inside* the glass.


> “Page 27 is ready.”  

> “Read it… or lose her.”


---


I pulled out the black diary.


Still unread.  

Still terrifying.


The mirror began to **crack** —  

without touch.  

Without force.


Just from the *weight* of the truth.


Each line across the glass felt like a scar across my memory.


I opened to Page 27.


---


There were **three lines**:


> “Truth was never the enemy.”  

> “Memory was never lost.”  

> “You just chose to forget her… to survive.”


Tears hit the page.


---


Behind the cracked mirror,  

I saw **Yalini’s eyes** appear — like a memory or a dream or something between.


She whispered:


> “Break the mirror.  

> Choose to remember.”


And then…  

silence.


Just me.  

And the choice.


🖋️ — *Viyan*


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