Sightless Shame

Break stared at his reflection. His face was impassive, his grin was gone. Casually, he lifted up the lock of silver hair that hid his empty eye socket from view. One would think after all this time that it would have stopped hurting. Sometimes it did, but most of the time it was head splitting agony. The ripped muscles had never healed properly, but he guessed that was his own fault. He could almost feel the bandages that they had wrapped around his head to stop the bleeding. He remembered how they had done nothing to stop the pain, to stem the blood flow. He remembered his own fingers digging into the wound until his bandages were soaked. He remembered the smell of his blood as it ran down his face, how warm and slick it had been. He remembered how it at felt as that little girl in white who had called herself Alice reached out and touched his face as the ground shook beneath their feet. Her slim fingers that could still give one the impression of childhood innocence had been drawn across his cheek, leaving her prints in his blood. May he live a thousand years and never forget that feeling.

And for what had he done that? For what selfishness? In his mind's eye, he could still see his young mistress with tears streaking down her face. Her cries still echoed in his ears. That was the last he would ever hear from here. Why had he been so foolish?

But that had been so long ago, it was too late to be asking that question. Of course, there had been other cuts made that left scars. Just none would ever be as deep as that.

Break was old and blind now. He knew he was standing in front of a mirror because he had made sure he was left alone before tracing his fingers along the wall until he had felt the smooth, cool surface. After all, he didn't need sight now to know what stared back at him.

A face that would never age.

An eye that could never see.

A smile that could never hide all that lay behind it.

He closed his eye, frowning as he dug his fingers into the empty eye socket. He made sure his nails cut deep into the softest of tissues. Hot blood ran over his fingers, down his hand to soak the sleeve of his shirt while even more trickled down his cheek, warm and wet. If only this pain was a distraction from the agony within his heart.

"The closest thing I'll ever get to tears."

A/N:

O.O Wow… Very emo Break.

I know it's short, but there is really nothing more to be said.