The mirror didn't lie.
Not anymore.
Isha leaned closer, breath fogging the glass as her own eyes stared back — wide, confused, and glowing the faintest violet.
Not brown.
Not black.
Violet — swirling like smoke.
She blinked hard. It didn't go away.
> What's happening to me?
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📚 The Next Day
She wore her black-rimmed sunglasses to school.
"New look?" Aniket teased.
"Light sensitivity," she lied.
He shrugged. Riya barely looked up from her notebook.
Isha gripped her backpack tighter. Inside was a new pair of black contact lenses, bought online the night before under a fake name.
> No one can see. No one can know.
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🎨 Emotions Painted in Color
When a teacher snapped at her in class, she felt her blood boil — and in her reflection on a metal flask, her eyes pulsed red.
When Aarav hugged her out of nowhere that evening, her heart ached — and her eyes, unseen behind her glasses, shimmered blue.
When she stared too long at her palm that night, wondering what was sealed beneath her skin — her eyes faded into violet, the color of uncertainty.
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🕯️ Late at Night
Isha lit a candle on her study table.
She sat cross-legged in front of it and whispered, "Just like before… do it again."
She remembered the glow. The trembling. The moment the hallway cracked beneath her emotions.
She tried to feel again. The rage. The confusion.
Nothing.
Only a faint, aching pulse in her chest. Like something alive, but deeply caged.
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✨ Then It Happened
A paperweight shifted on her table — just a little.
No breeze. No touch.
Her breath caught.
She looked up at the mirror again — and saw her eyes glowing softly:
Indigo.
Calm intensity.
Focus without fear.
Then they flickered. Then faded.
But she had felt it.
> This isn't imagination. This is real.
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💬 Her Journal Entry That Night
My eyes are no longer mine.
They change. Shift. Expose everything I try to hide. They burn when I'm angry. Dim when I'm numb. They are the only honest thing left in this fake life.
I don't know who
I am.
But my eyes do.
> They call them "The Reflection of the Heart."
So what does that make me?