Chapter 80
After reassuring my friends that everything would be fine, I couldn’t shake the anxiety gnawing at me. My heart started racing, and I was suddenly out of breath. I knew I had to get away from them, or they’d notice something was wrong.
I forced a smile. "I’ll be right back, I need to use the washroom," I said quickly, excusing myself. Without waiting for a response, I hurried off.
Once inside the washroom, I let go. My chest tightened, and tears started streaming down my face. I didn’t understand why I was crying, or why I was so scared. My breathing was labored, and I could feel the sobs building in my chest.
"Am I mourning myself?" I whispered, staring at my reflection in the bowl of water I was holding. "Is my spirit saying goodbye already?"
The tears wouldn’t stop, and the harder I tried to suppress them, the stronger they came. My shoulders shook with the force of it.
"Stop!" a voice inside me shouted. "You can’t give up now. Wipe your tears and fight!"
The voice startled me, breaking through my despair. I shuddered, trying to regain control. I splashed some water on my face, but when I looked down, the water showed me a strange reflection. I saw myself, smiling in a white gown with a crown on my head. The next moment, my reflection changed—my face was twisted in agony, tears streaming down.
Frightened, I threw the bowl to the floor, stepping back as if it were cursed. "What’s happening to me?" I muttered, my heart racing. "What does this mean?"
After a few moments, I felt the panic subside. The tears stopped, and my breathing returned to normal. I washed my face again, this time without looking into the water, and rushed out of the room.