Mirror
This was a drabble I wrote so long ago I just never typed up. I guess I was ashamed since it was so short. I was having Roxas feels. I've not been on fanfiction in like, forever. (Too busy with shit in life and other things going on) Sorry! If anyone's still out there...
Sapphire eyes caught their reflection in a pristinely-kept mirror, emptiness in a sea of bright blue staring back blankly. A pale fist, tendons taut and knuckles white with the effort of keeping the tight fist closed, holding back the emotions - or lack thereof - inside the leather-clad hip and the usual glove that keeps it protected is thrown haphazardly on the counter. The pale fist is slowly pulled back before slamming sharply, quickly into the frosty cold and ice-clear mirro, causing it to break into a thousand little pieces. The only sound was of the shattering glass, not a single cry from the breaker of the mirror, despite the cuts scraping the knuckles, the blood seeping from the wounds.
Why not shatter the illusion, when one can feel it slowly fading, falling apart? Why not shatter one's self when one can feel themselves sluggishly coming undone?