Please,forgive me for my grammatical errors,I'm Italian and the english language is only a passion =)
Destroy me
A boy and a mirror
A boy and his reflection.
Destroy me the reflection shouts
I live for her the boy replies,in a whisper I can't do it
Destroy me the mirror repeats she'll never be your
The death wouldn't serve the boy replies again if she's not with me, not even death would have meaning
You don't really live the reflection insinuates you live in hope. Destroy me he shouts
The boy don't really this time,he stares at his black,empty eyes and touches the face gently, with his pale hands.
You are already die the mirror continues,bad she's only your handhold for not collapse in a dark oblivion
She's my ray of sun,my only handhold the boy with ebony eyes repeat
Destroy me the mirror screams You're only a poor, deluded soul!
Never the boy says,now unsure of his same worlds
She hasn't chosen you.She has chosen another
Thatthought is like a earsplitting scream,his soul broke into pieces
He falls to the ground in front of the mirror,without courage,bitter tears fall from his sad eyes on the cheeks.
The floor is cold,like his heart.
Destroy me the reflection's voice repeat You are nobody for her,now
He looks the mirror again,and looks his reflection grabs a long blade from the uniform's pocket.
The sparkling colours of the Slitheryn symbol reflected on the smooth surface.
The reflection of the boy observes with a sad smile the blade close in his heart,slowly.
The end of all the things.
The end of any suffering the mirror whispers don't look her with him,nevermore
The boy searches in the pocket and his and touches a cold,irregular form. With infinite slowness he holds the same shining
dagger of his reflection.
The blade has a new fascination at the boy's eyes,anything has a meaning,again. Finally.
The end of all things. the boy says all. His look goes on the elaborate frame of the mirror.
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His heart wants really all of this?
Destroy me the dark reflection hiss,for the last time
The boy holds the blade but don't pushes in,not yet. Don't finishes his work. The Fear for that way of not return.
He closes his eyes. He don't wants see his blood stain that immaculate floor.
He puts a spell on the door,nobody can hamper his decision.
The blade is on your chest,near the heart looking forward to the final blow.
The end,the last sacrifice.
But suddendly,the boy open the eyes for search the courage in his alter ego's look in front of him.
But the reflection is vanished
Now,there is a pretty girl,with a perfect sweet face and beautiful long red hair.
She holds out a hand to him,on her face there is a wonderful and reassuring smile.
The boy looks the dagger in his hand and screams, a liberating and heartrending scream.
He remains still in front of that reflection. He bows the face,silent. A clear tear comes down.
Her.
The blade falls on the floor with a metallic noise. Finally the boy smiles,still crying.
Her. His only handhold for not collapse in the hell.