The Final Door

   After sadness, he quiet came- the numbness. A hollow emptiness settled in her body. Her arms felt heavy. Her hands rested on the sink, but they felt unreal.  

   The mirror looked flat, colorless, as if it had given up trying to reflect her.

   She whispered aloud, "I'm empty."

   A voice answered from behind her, soft but unmistakable: "Empty things can still hold."

   Sophie turned. Her reflection wasn't distorted this time. It was just her, sitting in the bathroom wither her chest rising and falling with steady breaths.

   She put her hands on the sink, feeling the cold porcelain, feeling her body as it was- present, alive, even when she felt nothing.

    The mirror slowly faded, and Sophie was back in her apartment, the quiet of the night around her. 

   She hadn't been fixed.

   She hadn't been cured.

   But she learned something vital:

   Even emptiness could hold her. 

Author's Note

This is the final chapter of Sophie And The Mirror. I hope you enjoy the read!