In the depths of a cursed reflection, truth and deception blur into one.

Vivian Sinclair never believed in the supernatural—until the day she moved into Blackthorn Manor, an old estate shrouded in unsettling whispers and forgotten secrets. A long-forgotten mirror hidden within the greenhouse awakens something inside her, something that shouldn’t exist beyond the glass. A shadow of herself stares back, watching, waiting.

At first, the visions are subtle—flickers of movement when no one else is there, a whisper of her name in the dead of night. But as the days pass, the haunting presence becomes undeniable. Her reflection begins to move on its own, revealing memories she never lived, secrets she never uncovered, and a version of herself she doesn’t recognize.

Sebastian Graves, a scholar obsessed with the manor’s dark past, warns her that some mirrors do more than reflect—they remember. And the one in Blackthorn Manor doesn’t just hold history; it holds something alive. Something that wants out.

As the lines between reality and illusion fracture, Vivian realizes she isn't just being haunted—she is being rewritten. The more she resists, the stronger the presence grows, feeding off her fears, her doubts… and her lies.

Because the darkest truths aren’t the ones buried in the past. They’re the ones we tell ourselves.

And in the end, the mirror never lies.

But Vivian might.

The morning light poured through the windows of Blackthorn Manor, soft and golden, illuminating dust motes that danced in the still air. For the first time since arriving, Vivian didn't wake up with a sense of unease. No lingering whispers. No shifting reflections. Just quiet.


She sat on the edge of the bed, running her fingers over the smooth fabric of the blanket. It was strange—after everything, after facing the truth of what she was, she had expected to feel… empty. Like a story that had reached its final page.


Sebastian stood in the doorway, watching her. His presence was steady, grounding. "You're awake early," he said.


Vivian smiled softly. "It feels different."


He stepped closer, hands in his pockets. "Good different?"


She thought about it. About the fear that had ruled her for so long. About the mirror, the reflection, the truth that had nearly swallowed her whole. And yet, here she was. Still standing. Still herself.


"Yes," she said, her voice steady. "Good different."


Sebastian studied her for a moment before nodding toward the door. "Come on. You should see this."


Curious, she followed him downstairs and out into the garden. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and autumn leaves. The tree under which they had buried the mirror shards stood tall, its branches stretching toward the sky.


Beneath the tree, where they had buried the past, a single flower had bloomed.


A deep violet blossom, delicate yet vivid against the dark soil.


Vivian crouched, brushing her fingertips over the petals. A symbol of something new. Of something that had once been broken, now beginning again.


Sebastian crouched beside her. "It's beautiful."


She exhaled, something inside her settling. "It is."


For so long, she had been afraid of what she was. Of what the mirror had made her. But now, staring at this fragile bloom, she understood.


She wasn't a shadow of someone else's life.


And now, she could finally start living.


Sebastian glanced at her. "So… what now?"


Vivian smiled, the morning light warming her skin.


"Now," she said, standing tall, "I write my own story."


And for the first time, the future wasn't a question.


Chapter 25 - Unwritten