I passed down the same hallway several times. Each time I went by it, I would avoid The Mirror. I would dash down for a few days just not to catch a glimpse of what's in it. But every time I stole a glance I was intrigued even more. One time I closed my eyes and walked down the halls. Bumping into everything I finally reached The Mirror. I felt its rims and was startled. I thought to myself it was now or never. I opened my eyes, I saw the silhouette of a tiny frame with small curls. Eyes that sparkled with wonder in them and lips tinted with rose. Soon time passed. Soon everything changed. But The Mirror always stayed. Today I was too tired to run past the halls. I knew I could no longer avoid it. Once more Stood to watch the gleaming reflection.
The tiny silhouette had grown into a bigger frame. The eyes both dimmed of their light and one branded with a scar. The lip's colour seemed to have faded, just like its smile. Their body carried more anger and pain than a thousand armies could even bear. They were betrayed, deceived, hurt, left and forgotten. They looked like they had just strolled out of The Underworld.
The eyes in that prism yet saw only a time when they were with you. You were the only reason they continued. A tear rolled as I realized that I had to find a new purpose, one without You. The reflection's eyes meet mine and all I see in them is pain. My Reflection spoke that day.
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