NOT WHAT IT SEEMS

1·MIND AND SWORD ECLIPSE

I hope it will be a fiction that you like very much. I used translation because my English is not good. Sorry.
Have fun and read.
Please feel free to leave any color you want on the lines. I'm sure Rosa Baker is wondering about your color too.

Tolstoy said, "only those with deep love can feel deep pain."

"Stars Rosa, their lights will keep you in the light."

My mother once said that when I was little. But the pain of seeing the truth was driving me on. The darkness was everywhere. While a violent storm was dominating outside, the fire burning at the end of the four candles I put in the corner of the room reflected our shadows on the cold walls. I touched her shadow with a gaze of thought.

I used to believe that every person had a color, and the first time I saw Lowell, I knew that unlike his green eyes, he was definitely cold blue.

What color are you, Rosa?" Lowell paced my little living room, stepping back and forth.

"It shouldn't be hard to guess." he said, without waiting for my reply, and then added.

"Your color must be yellow."

My eyebrows raised in curiosity as my gaze was still on his moving shadow. Yellow. It meant light and bright. Just like stars. A deep breath eroded my windpipe, leaving my parted lips to meet the air.

"Why?" His steps stopped. His shadow fell on me when he suddenly appeared in front of me. Even though I was startled by his sudden movement, I loved the shadow of his large body falling on me. I raised my gaze to his. His eyes gleamed with mischievous excitement, contrasting with his shadowed face. I was lost in his gaze.

“Because, my little liar,” he said, leaning over me. He leaned on the bed next to me, as if his two arms were holding my body. I waited, keeping my posture.

"No star can be considered as bright as your eyes."

I knew I loved her tone that reminded me of dark velvet, but I couldn't find the courage to say it. The clatter of rain hitting the windows made an endless feeling rush under my skin. His eyes never left mine, not even for a moment. Just then, a cold warning gave me goosebumps. Lowell Connor owned my walls. I was leaning against my walls waiting to be demolished.

It was just two weeks ago. I was walking through the water that came almost up to my knee with the tears I had shed, and was greedily pulling my wet diaries out of the water. It had been raining for two days as if the sky had been pierced. My one plus one apartment on the basement floor was quite affected by this situation. All the water had filled the house and ruined my belongings. Sergio had come to visit me just this morning. My childhood friend... Maybe my only friend in this life...

"Rosa, it's me. Won't you open the door?" I remember how angry I was at him for interrupting my sleep. He had come to my door with a meal and a gift. He handed them to my hand before I went in. After making sure that I was fine, he left me to go to work with quick steps.

My sleep, which was interrupted by Sergio's arrival, took me in his arms, right after I hung the gift mirror he brought on my wall after I ate the meal. My sleep was again interrupted by a sound, but it was like the sound of water gushing from a valve that remained open. I sat up and rubbed my eyes first as the sound scratched my ears. Then I yawned and looked around. Afterwards, I was faced with the sight that was enough for me to freeze. My house was under water.

I sat on my bed with the diaries in my lap. I couldn't quite collect all my logs. Most of them were still swimming in the water. I covered my face with my hands and looked at the large mirror with rounded wooden edges that I hung on the wall where the nightstand was leaning against my bed. I looked totally screwed. My eyes flared with anger, and at that moment I greedily took one of the journals from my lap and threw it at the mirror. The mirror did not move a millimeter, but as if it were made of a thin layer of ice, not glass, the diary pages broke apart as soon as they touched the mirror. I did not expect such a strong fragmentation. I raised my arm and turned my face back to avoid the shards of glass. I thought I'd feel a few cuts on my arm or knees—at least—as my rapid breathing reverberated through the room. It didn't happen. When I wanted to turn my head and look in the mirror, I found myself running backwards on the bed with the large body I saw. My stomach tightened with worry.It was like a shadow. No, no shade would be this colorful. He had quite a long tail. His dark black hair was messy and fell in front of his green eyes. He was wearing a white shirt. There were frilly embroideries on the collar of his shirt and on the ends of his sleeves. His trousers like his hair black, were made to his knees by the wetness of the water. A shiny object shimmered on the belt he wore around his waist. Sword? My lips parted as my eyes widened in fear. Scream! I should have screamed, but my voice seemed to have lost its echo. I couldn't even swallow when I reached the end of my bed and my back met the wall. Is that stain on your shirt blood? As my eyes shifted to the left side of his shirt, he was caught in the dark stain that enveloped his chest like dirt.

"Raina..."

The vines of surprise and hatred gradually grew in her eyes. I blinked for just a moment, and the sound of the sword being pulled from its sheath filled my ears. Afterwards, a sharp pain appeared in my throat. The tip of the sword he was holding at my throat cut my skin. Although the cut wasn't big, his fear had taken over my body. I was trembling. The whispers I wanted to shout fell from my parted lips.

"Why are you doing this?"

......

"Stop looking at me like that."

I snapped. His lips curved upward in a mocking smile as he pulled his body close to mine. Then he gave a one-word caustic reply. "No." I almost laughed, almost. "Tell me, little liar. You remember that moment too, right?"

"I don't know how I still believed you."

I muttered. Lowell hit my life harder than a lightning bolt that night. It was hard to believe, but he was just 387 years old. He was killed by a woman named Raina with a sword that went in her back and came out of my chest. Or something like that. His blood had splattered on the mirror standing right behind him, and he had found his soul behind the mirror in a way he didn't know how. All this time, no force had been able to break the mirror in which he was imprisoned. Tragically, a notebook in which I had scribbled had shattered him and freed him from his confinement. Of course, it was a different story for him to think that I was the woman who killed herself. It took him three minutes to pull the sword he was holding at my throat, releasing my neck as I was about to have a heart attack from fear. Lowell... He said he had to live depending on his savior. Which means that he would feel whatever I felt. He also had magic-stained fingers. Everything he wanted was done with just one move.

Of course, he played little magic tricks with me to make me believe him. And then we did a few things to seal his devotion to me. For example, standing up and touching our fingertips, making promises or making deals. This agreement was sealed at our fingertips. According to the agreement, I would have my own personal space, but I would be able to call her name and have her come to me whenever I needed her. It was a very useful deal. His interest was something that made me feel more alive than mine. He was a spirit, but from the moment our contract was sealed, he had become a mortal like me. A mortal with special powers.

“You trusted me so hard, Rosa.”

My hair was covering my face as I smiled and lowered my head. I raised a hand and brushed my hair back.

"I thought you admitted you were untrustworthy."

I noticed the pause that gripped his eyes, but it was another detail I didn't want to dwell on. Because I knew that Lowell Connor's story was even smaller than the tip of the iceberg. I didn't know why and by whom he was killed and trapped in a mirror for almost 300 years, or why I was the only one with the power to break that mirror. I didn't even know why I was declared a liar by Lowell Connor.

All I know is that my fingertips were burning and my skin was glowing with that burning sensation.

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