You text yourself

Opening her phone with your finger and the messages app, you type in your own name. The last text was something you had sent, some simp message about hoping she was doing well after your awkward conversation.

_What the hell is going on, _ you type and tap send.

A few moments go by and your head is still spinning. Her phone buzzes with some kind of message, but it isn't from yourself but some girl named Abby.

You look up into the mirror again. Her pupils are dilated and her long golden hair is streaming down your back. You reach up and feel it again, it is so soft. Her heart is beating quickly - your heart, you think.

You decide you need to take action now: you are going to call yourself. Scrolling through her contacts, you find your name and click on it. You gulp and tap call.