"Vivian?" I called again, louder this time. My voice echoed off the marble walls, but no one answered. Still… I was sure. That voice… it was hers. Soft, a little shaky, like she'd been worried.
But how could that be possible? Vivian was in my world. The real world. There was no way she could reach me here.
I stared at the mirror for a while, my pulse quickening. "Vivian, if this is some kind of dream, please… say something again."
I froze for a few seconds, waiting, but no one answered. The mirror stayed silent, and the voice didn't come again.
Letting out a shaky sigh, I pressed a hand to my forehead. "Great… now I'm hearing things while sitting on the toilet," I muttered. "Perfect. Just perfect."
I looked down, pouting. "I must be missing you so much that I'm starting to imagine your voice," I mumbled softly. "You'd probably laugh at me right now, wouldn't you?"
