{"id":17029,"date":"2026-07-26T18:43:53","date_gmt":"2026-07-26T09:43:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/sinbidays.com\/?p=17029"},"modified":"2026-07-26T18:56:40","modified_gmt":"2026-07-26T09:56:40","slug":"mirror-doppelganger-ghost-story","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sinbidays.com\/en\/mirror-doppelganger-ghost-story\/","title":{"rendered":"The Doppelganger in the Mirror | The Me Who Raised a Hand Three Seconds Early"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
\"A
A mirror short mystery ghost story where the future me appears<\/em><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

In my bathroom, there was a mirror that couldn’t reflect anything properly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The mirror surface was always covered in thick white frost.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Even on days when I didn’t use hot water, it was the same.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It looked as if someone were standing on the other side of the mirror, constantly blowing breath onto it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

If I wiped it hard with a towel, my face would be visible for a brief moment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

However, in less than a few seconds, white moisture would spread again from the edges of the mirror.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I even kept the bathroom exhaust fan running all day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I bought several dehumidifiers and tried wiping the surface with mirror cleaner.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was all useless.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The landlord brushed it off, saying it was just because it was an old mirror.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I didn’t think much of it at first either.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I shaved using a small palm-sized mirror, and fixed my hair looking at my reflection in the living room window.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was just a minor inconvenience.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At least, until that night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The Man in the Mirror<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
\"A<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

11:47 PM.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Lying in bed, I noticed a faint light spilling out from the bathroom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was certain I had turned off the light before coming out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I opened the bathroom door, but the fluorescent light wasn’t on.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The light was leaking from the mirror.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

From the middle of the mirror that was always fogged up, the frost began to clear bit by bit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was as if someone on the other side was wiping away the condensation with their palm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A circular space was created.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Inside it stood a man.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The same face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The same gray t-shirt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The same black pants.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

However, the me inside the mirror didn’t copy my movements.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He stood straight, looking right at me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He didn’t look surprised or frightened either.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Rather, he was strangely calm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Our eyes met.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The me inside the mirror slowly raised his right hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He quietly stared at me with his palm showing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I couldn’t understand the meaning of that gesture.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

One.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Two.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Three.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I cautiously raised my right hand as well.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The man in the mirror smiled ever so faintly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was a look telling me not to be scared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Soon, he picked up a black pen and a small notepad that were lying next to him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After writing a short sentence on the notepad, he showed it to me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It’s not a package delivery.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I read the sentence out loud without realizing it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The man in the mirror flipped the note over and wrote a new sentence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Don’t open the door.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

And finally, he wrote one more line.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Call the police first.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Knock. Knock. Knock.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

I heard a sound knocking on the front door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I froze right where I was.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A moment later, a low, calm male voice was heard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cDelivery is here.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

The me in the mirror still had a calm face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He just slowly shook his head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It meant not to open it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I pulled out my phone and checked my order history.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There was no delivery scheduled to arrive today.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Killing my footsteps, I approached the front door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Through the door peephole, I saw a man wearing a black cap pulled down low.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He was holding a small parcel box.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Most of his face was hidden by a black mask.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cYou’re inside, right?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

The man knocked on the door again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just then, another person appeared from the corner of the hallway.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The second man also had his face covered with a hat and mask.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In his right hand, he held a long iron bar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I quickly pulled my eye away from the peephole.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I immediately called the police.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

From outside, I heard the sound of the doorknob turning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Rattle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Rattle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The locked doorknob shook violently.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cJust leave it in front of the door.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I spoke as calmly as possible, but the end of my voice trembled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It became quiet outside for a moment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then, the footsteps of the two men quickly faded toward the end of the hallway.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The police arrived about ten minutes later.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

On the stairs lay the delivery box left behind by the men.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Inside the box, cable ties, a black cloth, and a small knife were found.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The police said it didn’t seem like simple delivery package thieves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They checked the apartment hallway, stairs, and parking lot, but the two men were nowhere to be found.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cKeep your door securely locked tonight. Call us immediately if you hear any suspicious noise.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After the police left, I engaged the safety latch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I even brought a dining chair and wedged it tightly under the front door handle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When I returned to the bathroom, the mirror had returned to its original state.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Covered entirely in white frost, it reflected nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cWho are you?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

I asked, knocking on the mirror.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Naturally, no answer came back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

However, one thing was clear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The man who appeared in the mirror saved my life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Doppelganger in the Window<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
\"A<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

It was past one in the morning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was sitting on the living room sofa with all the lights turned on.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I couldn’t sleep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I just stared at my phone screen, waiting for the police to contact me again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That was when I heard a strange sound from the living room window.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Scratch. Scratch.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

It sounded like fingernails scraping on glass.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I slowly raised my head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My apartment was on the 12th floor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There couldn’t possibly be a person hanging outside the window.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

On the dark glass, only the inside of the living room and my own reflection were faintly visible.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

However, white frost began to form on the surface of the window.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was exactly the same as what I saw in the bathroom mirror.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The frost slowly cleared from the center of the window.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And inside it, another me appeared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was the same face as the man I saw in the bathroom mirror.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The same gray t-shirt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The same black pants.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But the atmosphere was completely different.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The me inside the window widened his eyes the moment he saw me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Not a shred of composure remained.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With a panicked face, he opened his mouth, then looked back behind him again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then, he raised both hands toward me, trying to explain something.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou’re the same guy from earlier, right?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I walked up to the window.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The me inside the window nodded frantically.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His voice couldn’t be heard at all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Only his lip movements were moving rapidly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Behind.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Door.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Police.<\/em><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

I could barely read a few words.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He pointed behind himself with a finger, then mimed holding up a phone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cTo call the police?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When I asked, he clutched his head in frustration.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then he looked back behind himself again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Thump.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

A heavy thud echoed from the space inside the window.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Surprised, I looked toward the real front door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My house was quiet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Thump!<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

The second sound was heard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The me in the window cowered in fear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He looked back at me and urgently moved his mouth again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat are you saying?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I knocked on the window.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSpeak slowly!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

However, he began to panic even more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He pointed at the door, then at the phone, then behind himself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He looked like someone who didn’t even know which words to start with.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Again, a massive impact sound resonated.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Crash!<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

The door inside the window broke inward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A dark shadow rushed into the house.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The me inside the window looked back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With a heavy sound, his body lurched forward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cBehind!\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

I shouted toward the window.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHe’s behind you!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He collapsed on the floor while holding his head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Blood trickled down between his fingers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His lips were also torn open.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He tried to push himself up, but couldn’t move properly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The black shadow raised its arm again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The me inside the window fell completely flat on the floor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The blood flowing from his forehead spread across the floor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He raised his head with his last bit of strength.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And he looked at me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They were eyes filled with terror.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He moved his lips to say something, but I couldn’t understand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He reached out his bloody hand toward me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At that very moment, thick frost rushed over the window.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The man’s figure disappeared into the white mist.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Only the city night view remained on the living room window once more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I couldn’t move for a while.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Two men with the exact same face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The man in the bathroom who calmly saved my life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And the man in the window who was struck by an intruder and collapsed bleeding just a moment ago.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Were the two really the same person?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Was he the future me?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Or was he a doppelganger from another world who looked just like me?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The First Bathroom<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
\"An<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

I called the police again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The police checked the inside of the building again, but said they couldn’t find any suspicious person.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was quiet inside the apartment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The front door was still locked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The chair was also in its place.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I couldn’t even be sure if the scene I saw through the window actually happened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When I hung up and returned to the living room, a white light spread from the window again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The frost was slowly clearing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was terrified, but I didn’t run away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This time, the city night view wasn’t visible beyond the window.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I saw a familiar bathroom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was the bathroom of my home.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And in front of the bathroom door stood me from a few hours ago.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Me at 11:47 PM.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The past me was frozen, staring at the bathroom mirror.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A rush of relief washed over me when I saw the living image of my past self.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was glad that he was safe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Without realizing it, I raised my right hand to greet him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The past me didn’t raise his hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He just stared at my hand with a surprised face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

One.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Two.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Three.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The past me slowly raised his right hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was a scene that felt somewhat familiar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But now there was no time to think.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I knew that the past me was about to face the dangerous parcel delivery.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I remembered the actions of the man I first saw in the bathroom mirror.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He wasn’t surprised.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He calmly raised his hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And he clearly showed the warnings.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I had to do the exact same thing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I adjusted my facial expression so the past me wouldn’t be frightened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I took a slow breath and looked at him with as calm a face as possible.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I brought a black pen and notepad from the desk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I wrote on the notepad and showed it to the past me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It’s not a package delivery.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I saw the past me reading the sentence out loud.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I wrote the next sentence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Don’t open the door.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Finally, I wrote one more line.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Call the police first.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Right then, I heard knocking outside the past bathroom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Knock.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Knock.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Knock.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The past me looked toward the front door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I slowly shook my head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He hesitated for a moment, then pulled out his phone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It looked like he was calling the police.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Relief swept over me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The past me will survive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just as I did a few hours ago.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Frost began to spread again from the edges of the window.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The past bathroom gradually faded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I maintained a calm expression until the very end.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I hoped the past me wouldn’t be scared anymore.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The connection was completely severed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The window turned black once again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I stood there for a long time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And very slowly, I looked down at my right hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The man in the first bathroom mirror raised his hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I raised my hand only three seconds after seeing that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That man hadn’t been showing my future actions in advance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just like I did a moment ago, he had discovered his past self and raised his hand first out of gladness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The calm expression.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The black pen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The sentences written on the notepad.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They were all actions I had just performed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The man who first appeared in the bathroom mirror was me.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The person who performed those actions from the beginning was me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Time was not flowing in a straight line.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was forming a circular loop between the mirror and the window.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At that moment, the image of the other me I saw through the window came to mind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The panicked face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The repeated looking back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The gestures pointing back and forth between the police and the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And the sight of collapsing on the floor, bleeding.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

If the man in the bathroom was me…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The man who died in the window was also me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Along with the realization, a heavy thud echoed from the front door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Thump.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

I slowly turned my head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was the exact same sound I heard in the window just moments ago.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Once again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Thump!<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

The chair wedged under the door handle moved, scraping the floor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was after the police had left.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The two men hadn’t fled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They were hiding somewhere in the building, waiting for the police to leave.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With trembling hands, I picked up my phone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The moment I dialed 112, the front door shook violently again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Crash!<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

The top of the door bent inward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Holding the phone to my ear, I looked at the living room window.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

White frost was spreading on the window again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Where the frost cleared, the me from a little while ago was standing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The me who had just avoided the robbers and discovered the man in the window for the first time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He was looking at me with a face that understood nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou’re the same guy from earlier, right?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The me beyond the window moved his lips.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I had to explain everything to him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That the robbers were hiding inside the building.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That he had to leave the house right this instant.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That he needed to call the police again and stay as far away from the door as possible.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But I didn’t know where to start talking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My voice wouldn’t transmit through the window.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBehind…\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I pointed behind myself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDoor.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I held up my phone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cPolice.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The me beyond the window tried hard to read my lip movements.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was exactly the same sight I had seen in the window earlier.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The man who panicked, not knowing which words to start with.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Because he realized he would die in a few seconds, he couldn’t even choose a single sentence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The front door shook violently once more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Crash!<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

In terror, I looked back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A black iron bar broke through the gap in the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The me beyond the window asked something.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I looked back at him again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cCall the police.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I exaggerated my lip movements.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGet out of the house right now.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

However, it was already too late.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The front door collapsed inward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The man wearing a black cap entered the house.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was the face I had seen through the peephole a few hours ago.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Behind him stood another man holding an iron bar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I ran to the window and banged on the glass.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cRun!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I shouted toward the me beyond the window.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThey come back after the police leave! So right now\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I felt a powerful blow on the back of my head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My body collapsed forward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The cold floor touched my face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I tasted fishy blood in my mouth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When I touched my head with my hand, hot blood flowed down between my fingers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I struggled to push myself up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But there was no strength in my arms.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the end, I collapsed completely on the floor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The me beyond the window was banging on the glass and shouting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The me from a moment ago.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The me who still believed the front door was quiet and that there was still time left to survive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With my last remaining strength, I raised my bloody hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

What words could I say to save him?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To the me in the bathroom, there was a right answer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Telling him it wasn’t a parcel delivery was enough.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Telling him not to open the door was enough.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Telling him to call the police was enough.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

However, to the me in the window, I didn’t know what words to say.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He will eventually meet the self in the bathroom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He will raise his hand out of gladness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He will calmly show the notepad and save his past self.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And after realizing everything, he will walk to the exact same spot where I am now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I saved the past me.
And at that moment, I completed the future where I die.<\/strong><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

A black shadow cast over me again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I looked toward the me beyond the window.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He was reaching out to me with a face that understood nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just like me when I first stood in front of the bathroom mirror.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Frost built up on the window once more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His face faded away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And I became not his future, but his memory.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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