'They've found me.'
I stared at my face reflected in the shattered mirror before me, each splintered piece showing a distorted sliver of my expression. Before I knew it, the mirror had cracked, leaving me to stare at nothing but broken fragments of myself.
The air was cold, and I felt a sense of heaviness press against my chest.
As if I was still being watched.
'...I knew that this was going to happen. It isn't something that I expected. Taking everything that had happened with Evelyn not too long ago, I knew that this was coming.'
From this moment forth, I had to stop thinking about them.
The more I thought about them, the more I revealed to them.
From this moment forward...
I had to change into a completely different person.
"No, fuck that."
I didn't want to become someone else. I was done pretending to be someone else. The last time was Lazarus, and the experience took quite a toll on me.
