Broken Shards
Think of me as a mirror. People don't see me. They see what I reflect. What I stand for. Most people leave a mirror to become covered with dust.
Not everyone though. When I was younger, there was always someone to wipe off the dust. To clear away my sorrow.
Eventually, she went away. She forgot to wipe her mirror. I was angry, but he came along. He wiped me off. I was happy for a time.
Then, I learned that she had died. She was never coming back. I was angry at him. He should have saved her. And yet, there was another emotion.
I was in love. That had been decided. I was but a child. Lost with no guide. No one to clear off the dust and help me see.
Then came along people, who did the opposite. They pretended to clear off the dust, but instead added more.
He came back, though. He made the people leave and he wiped off the dust once again.
Together, we were able to show the world who he was. We saved everything.
Then, he disappeared. Dust built up on the glass. I was finding myself drowning in the dust and sorrow.
I searched near and far for him. One day I saw him, but he did not clear off my dust. He did not even know me anymore.
The dust covered me even more. How could he not know me?
I was angry. I was stupid. I let myself fall and soon be taken.
The next time I saw him, he remembered me. He was angry at me for not explaining. I was sorry.
He did not manage to dust me off before he fell. He fell and fell.
I realized why no one bothered to dust me off anymore.
I wasn't a mirror. I was shards. I was broken too much to be cleared off.
Mirrors broke so easily.
(A/N For those who were unsure, this is about Nico. Review.)