"I'm in Love with Two People—And They're Both Me" The First Time I Met Her

"You forgot to turn off the oven."

I spun around. The oven was off.

When I looked back, the glass had cleared—except for one lingering droplet sliding down like a tear.

I should've been terrified.

I was just annoyed.

"Show yourself properly or don't bother," I muttered, brushing my teeth.

The mirror rippled like water.

Then she stepped out.

My face. My voice. My scuffed left sneaker.

But her smile? That was new.

The Rules of Us

Turns out, alternate-universe versions of yourself make terrible roommates:

She rearranges my bookshelf by "emotional resonance"

She flirts with my barista using my loyalty points

She leaves love notes in my handwriting:

"You’re prettier when you sleep. Less frowning."

The worst part?

I’m falling for her.

And him—the other one who shows up during thunderstorms, smelling like salt and a city I’ve never visited.

The Night It Changed

They appeared together for the first time during the April eclipse—him leaning against my fridge, her braiding my hair in the reflection of the microwave.

"You have to choose," she said, twisting a dark curl around her finger.

"Bullshit," he countered, tossing an apple between realities. "She could have us both."

The electricity flickered as they stared at me, waiting.

I took his hand.

I kissed her cheek.

The lights went out.

The Truth in the Dark

When the power returned, only one note remained on the fridge:

"We’ve always been you. Just the parts you’re too afraid to be."

Now I stand before the mirror every night, fogging the glass with my breath, waiting to see which version of myself appears next.

The one who stays?

That’s the one I’ll become.

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