Nathan
She stood in the center of my room, turning slow, eyes moving from wall to wall like she was trapped inside a dream she did not trust.
I leaned on the dark pillar behind her and watched.
This was what she wanted, right? A chance to talk to me. A chance to ask about the mirror.
Funny thing is, people think they want answers. They don't. They want comfort. Answers just burn.
I could tell from the tight line of her shoulders that, deep in her heart, she already knew this was not the way she wanted this meeting to go.
Good.
I like when people realize they made a mistake… right after it is too late.
She turned fast. Her eyes found me. Wide. Bright. Scared.
Another thing—she looked creeped out. Good word for it. I was walking around her in a slow circle, hands behind my back, calm steps, soft shoes. Like a hunter that already caught the prey but still wants to enjoy the walk.
"How the hell am I here," she said, voice shaking, "and why are you circling me like a predator?"
