{"id":118,"date":"2026-04-04T11:10:47","date_gmt":"2026-04-04T11:10:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/endomarfa.com\/?p=118"},"modified":"2026-04-04T11:10:47","modified_gmt":"2026-04-04T11:10:47","slug":"someone-is-wearing-my-face","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/endomarfa.com\/?p=118","title":{"rendered":"Someone Is Wearing My Face"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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The first time I saw him, I thought it was a reflection.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was walking past a shop window late at night, the glass catching just enough light to mirror the empty street behind me. I barely glanced at it\u2014just a quick look to check if my shirt was straight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But the reflection didn\u2019t match.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I stopped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Slowly turned back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There I was.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Standing in the glass.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Same clothes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Same posture.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Same tired expression.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But I wasn\u2019t facing the window anymore.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He was.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\n\n\n\n

My stomach dropped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I lifted my hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The reflection didn\u2019t.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Instead\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He smiled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A slow, deliberate stretch of lips that I didn\u2019t feel on my own face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I stumbled back, heart pounding.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo\u2026 no, that\u2019s not\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The street was empty.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

No one around.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

No sound but the faint hum of distant traffic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I looked back at the window\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just my normal reflection again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Perfectly in sync.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Like nothing had happened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I told myself it was exhaustion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Stress.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A trick of the light.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I wanted to believe that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I really did.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Until the next day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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It started small.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A missed call I didn\u2019t remember making.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A message sent from my phone:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m almost there.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I hadn\u2019t gone anywhere.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hadn\u2019t planned to.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I checked the timestamp.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

2:17 a.m.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was asleep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I knew I was asleep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But something inside me hesitated.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The same feeling you get when you try to remember a dream and can\u2019t quite grab it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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That night, I locked everything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Doors.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Windows.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Even my bedroom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I needed to feel in control.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I needed to prove to myself that nothing else was here.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Waiting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Listening.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nothing happened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

No sounds.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

No movement.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

No\u2026 him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Eventually, my eyes closed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I woke up standing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In front of the mirror.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My hand was pressed against the glass.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My breath fogging it slowly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c\u2026what am I doing?\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My reflection stared back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Still.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Silent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It blinked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Out of sync.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My chest tightened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cStop,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It didn\u2019t.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Instead, it leaned closer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And so did I.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But I wasn\u2019t the one moving.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c\u2026you shouldn\u2019t have looked,\u201d it said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The voice came from my mouth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But I didn\u2019t speak.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My lips didn\u2019t move.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c\u2026now I know how to wear it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I tried to pull back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I couldn\u2019t.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My body felt distant.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Heavy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Like I was sitting behind my own eyes instead of controlling them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo,\u201d I whispered. \u201cNo, no\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The reflection\u2019s smile widened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Wrong.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Too wide.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c\u2026you\u2019re still inside,\u201d it said softly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c\u2026that\u2019s the best part.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\n\n\n\n

The next morning, everything felt normal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Too normal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I made coffee.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Checked my phone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Got dressed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

All routine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

All automatic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Except\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Something felt\u2026 delayed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Like my thoughts were a step behind my actions.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Like I was watching myself instead of being myself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I went to the bathroom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Stared into the mirror.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My reflection stared back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Perfectly synced.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

No smile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

No movement.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nothing wrong.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I exhaled slowly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOkay,\u201d I said. \u201cIt\u2019s over.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then I turned away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And as I did\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I saw it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just for a second.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the corner of the mirror.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My reflection didn\u2019t turn with me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He stayed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Watching.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Now it happens more often.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Little things.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Small delays.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Movements I don\u2019t remember deciding.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Messages I don\u2019t remember sending.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Smiles I don\u2019t feel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And sometimes\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At night\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I feel my face\u2026 moving.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Stretching slightly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Like someone adjusting it from the inside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Practicing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Learning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I tried recording myself while I slept.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just to prove something was wrong.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just to catch it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And I did.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I wish I hadn\u2019t.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\n\n\n\n

The video starts normal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Me lying in bed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Still.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Peaceful.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Minutes pass.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nothing changes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Until\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I sit up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Too fast.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Too sharp.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My head turns toward the camera.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Eyes open.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Wide.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Aware.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But I know I wasn\u2019t awake.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Because I remember the moment after.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I remember waking up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Lying down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Not sitting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Not watching.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Not smiling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But in the video\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And then\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I reach up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Slowly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Carefully.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And touch my own face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Running my fingers along my skin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Like I\u2019m testing it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Like I\u2019m checking the fit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My mouth opens.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And the voice comes out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Clear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Calm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Not mine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c\u2026almost perfect.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I don\u2019t trust mirrors anymore.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I don\u2019t trust reflections.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I don\u2019t even trust my own expressions.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Because sometimes\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When I\u2019m not thinking about it\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I catch myself smiling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For no reason.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And it feels\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Right.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Tonight, I covered every mirror in my apartment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I don\u2019t want to see him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I don\u2019t want him to see me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But it doesn\u2019t matter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Because I can still feel him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Behind my eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Waiting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Watching.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Practicing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And just now\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As I finished writing this\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My hand paused.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For a second.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Without me telling it to.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And then\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It started typing again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Slowly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Deliberately.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Like it wanted to add something.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Something I didn\u2019t choose.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Something I didn\u2019t think.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201c\u2026don\u2019t worry.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c\u2026I\u2019ll take it from here.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Write by : Endomarfa<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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