Author's note: This is pure randomness. The first idea that comes to me, I write it down, and it'll have to work out in the end as some kind of complicated pattern, I suppose (shrug). Some of these will be angst – such as this one – others will be more fun (maybe…), but anyway they'll all be short. Nothing more than 200 words… well, enjoy… if you feel like it…
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And then it crashed. His mask. His disguise. His Poker Face. The only thing that was meant to protect him through those loads of heists when he gambled his life as carelessly as though he had nine of them. It crumbled. Shattered. Crashed. To the ground, where there were only broken remnants of what had once been a mirror. His cocky and amused smile had disappeared; the ironical expression stamped on his features had faded in the moment it had taken her for saying those few words. And then it was gone.
He watched her as she left, wiping away tears of rage and frustration as she ran, ran away from the man she loved and hated so much. He knew he could have been going after her, he knew that he would've caught up with her, he knew she would've listened to him if he wanted her to. But he didn't. In the background were echoing the sirens and roars of the police cars scouring the town in search for him – how little did they know that if they could find him right now he'd have opposed no resistance, as he dropped to his knees and cried. What could his freedom mean to him when he had maybe lost forever the only one person who could ever see through his masks, when he'd lost as a certainty his last assurance of disguise, his last protection against his fears…
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Okay, something I forgot to tell you: everyone of these short fics will turn around one word each time. Not a theme, just the word that started the idea up. It was 'mirror' for this one, and I got a couple of ideas more. But if you think about any word you like, do tell me. Randomness inspires me… sort of…