Deformation by Amy DeBellis

I am fourteen years old when I learn about the “true mirror.” This is a mirror that reflects your image back to you—not reversed, the way you’re used to viewing it, but accurately. The way other people see you. The way you really are.

Sub-Zero Temperatures by Emma Grey Rose

Because you were my friend. Because I was in love. Because you gave me a nickname. Because you laughed when I insulted you. Because I laughed after you laughed. Because you flirted easy. Because you were quiet.