I opened my diary. The pages were warm. The next blank line was pulsing .
I woke up with my hand pressed against the bedroom mirror. My reflection didn’t blink at the same time I did. It never used to do that.
I pulled my hand back. The Emily in the mirror didn’t. emilys diary – episode 22 part 1 [pleasuree3dx]
She tilted her head—one degree too mechanical. Her lips moved a second after mine stopped.
“And that bothered you more than me being sad?” I opened my diary
“You’re noticing,” said a voice that came from behind the glass.
He stepped closer. His hand touched my waist, but the pressure didn’t match the visual—there was a half-second lag. Touch and image, no longer married. emilys diary – episode 22 part 1 [pleasuree3dx]
My hand trembled over the pen.