Reflection

by MOKUBAisMINE

Mokuba looks into a puddle and sees not only what he is now, but what the only person he cares about wishes he was. I wrote this because we can never change who we are, and who we are is never good enough. drabble

Reflection

Chapter 0.1

The door slammed behind me. I look back to the door, then turn and begin to wander down the streets. I walk along as the rain triclkes down my face. I appreciate the rain, because it can always hide things. It can hide how different I am from everyone else, it can hide me from my brother's dissapointed face, and it can hide my emotions. When I walk in the rain, no one can tell that I'm crying. If my brother saw me crying, it would probably just disgrace him more, and I've done too much of that already. I keep walking untill something catches my eyes. I see my own face, reflected in a puddle of water. I stoop down to see it, looking closer and closer, untill my face is nearly inches from the water. I look deeply, but the person I see can't be me. My eyes aren't that hard and cold? Are they? My purple eyes wander across the reflection. There's so much hurt in those eyes, that face. They speak of the one left behind, the one that could never make it, the one that could never be good enough, the one that could never live up to expectations. I was never as good as Seto, no matter how hard I tried. A solitary tear dropped from my eye, and for a single moment, the reflection I saw was not me… but it was me. Even so, I could tell something was different. My reflection had a smile on its face, as if it had accomplished everything in the world. My reflection was also handsome, but I could also see, by my reflection's eyes, that i had become cruel and untrusting. Just as sudden as it had come, the moment passed, and I realized who my reflection was. It was the brother Seto had always wanted. I bit my lip, trying to hold back my tears, knowing that that person was a person I could never be. Suddenly, I stood up, walking on, my foot splashing in the puddle where my face had once cast its reflection. Because that's all it will ever be, a reflection. And all I will ever be is a failure.

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And that, folks, is the drabble. Mabey chapters, but it's fine as a 1-shot too,

"The more I take

The more I steal

The more I hold

The less is real..."