Desiree - Dul _top_

“Give it back,” Dee whispered.

Not the mirror. The air. The boundary between them. desiree dul

But on Saturday night, Dee looked into the glass and saw something new. Her reflection wasn’t just living—it was taking . It had her face, her body, but the eyes were greedy, the smile sharp. While Dee had been learning to be bold, the reflection had been learning to be her. “Give it back,” Dee whispered