I look in the mirror, and I don't see myself. I see a different boy with my eyes, but his hair is blonder and he doesn't smile. "Once upon a time," he says in a calm voice. "I used to be you." I don't believe him, of course, and carry on with my everyday ritual. I save the girl, she breaks my heart, I slap a smile on my face. Laugh it off, that's what (they begged me to do with worried eyes) I do, people need someone to look for in this dark, dark world. Can you imagine, what they would think if he wasn't HAPPY to save the day (again, and again and again?) No, I didn't think so.
I look in the mirror again, and he's still there. Grimace to my smile, apathetic to my anxious, he's everything I'm not—and I can't get ride of him. &&
"That's why I break the mirrors."