The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt: Mirror
Pen name: faeriegal713
Pairing: Jasper implied
Rating: PG-13


The shattered glass littered the floor, thousands of surfaces reflecting light and color. He envied the shards: Unknowing, unthinking, unfeeling. He would have given anything to not feel, not absorb.

I gave nothing. He gave everything.

But he felt all of it. He was forced to suffer until he no longer knew what was his and what was theirs. Never with a moment to recover, always feeling more and more, until feeling was all, and he was nothing. Like the slivers beneath his feet.

Only he was still feeling.

It's too much.

He never felt the splinters pierce his skin.


A/N - In a moment of not thinking straight I signed up for The Twilight Twenty-Five one shot and drabble contest. Expect twenty-four more one shot type things to be posted over the next 2 1/2 months.

This is a drabble - exactly 100 words. I'd be interested to hear your interpretations of it.

Thank you to the lovely betas over at Project Team Beta for taking a few moments of time to look this over and help with grammar and word suggestions.