Dusty Mirror


This was why he covered his face.

He was afraid that his friends and team mates would discover this nasty habit of his. It was just something that gave him exhiliaration and fear at the same time.

It was a paradox.

Day in, day out. The white lines that were so perfect on his little square mirror. Not a single fleck was ever left.

Not ever.

Well, except on this particular day.

His hands were shaking, out of control. His mind was going a thousand miles per hour, and there was no sign of ever letting up.

But he accepted it. It had been days, no weeks since his last rush. He couldn't hold it anymore.

This was why he was late.

This was why he had nothing to say. What could he say?

Life was a loaded gun, and he was almost out of bullets.


I know that this took forever, but here it is/hearts.

I know it's short and not my style at all, but please forgive me/hearts. I might add another chapter later on when the inspiration hits. :O. But to me, this is kinda sucky ._.

Hope you enjoyed /hearts