The woman staring back looked tired. There were fine lines around her eyes—roadmaps of laughter and worry—and a paleness to her skin that suggested she hadn't felt the sun in a long time. But as she held the gaze of her reflection, the air in the room seemed to shimmer. The reflection didn’t blink when she did.
She took a deep breath, the scent of jasmine and rain filling her lungs. With a final glance at the quiet, stifling room behind her, Adriana stepped forward. She didn't just look at the woman in the mirror anymore. She became her. Frente al espejo - Adriana Andivia.epub
The ripples moved outward like a stone dropped in a still pond. She felt a pull, an invitation to step through the glass and reclaim the fragments of her soul she had left behind in the corners of time. She realized then that the mirror wasn't a judge; it was a doorway. The woman staring back looked tired
When the room fell silent again, the mirror showed only an empty bedroom and an open window where the curtains fluttered in a sudden, spirited breeze. Adriana was gone, finally walking toward a reflection she could call her own. The reflection didn’t blink when she did
The reflection changed again. Now she saw herself in a rain-slicked city she didn't recognize, looking older, grayer, but possessed of a terrifying, beautiful strength. This version of Adriana was standing alone on a balcony, looking out over a sprawling horizon with a look of absolute peace. It was a future she hadn't yet claimed.
Slowly, the image in the glass began to shift. The modern bedroom behind her faded away, replaced by the vibrant, sun-drenched patio of her grandmother’s house in Seville. She saw herself at twenty, wearing a dress the color of marigolds, her hair wild and free. That girl was laughing, her head thrown back, holding a paintbrush as if it were a scepter. "I forgot her," Adriana whispered, her voice cracking.
