Author: Dany
Rated: PG
Spoilers: None
Summary: After he's gone, all left behind is silence and broken memories.
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//There's a girl in my mirror
I wonder who she is
Sometimes I think I know her
Sometimes I really wish I did//
Are all things destined to break?
I close my eyes and shake my head, trying to get the thoughts out of my mind. I can't lose my nerves, not now. Staring at my reflection, I sigh. What happened to the happy woman which once locked eyes with me in my mirror?
She's not here anymore.
I look away, feeling the sting of tears in my eyes. My hand slightly shaking I stretch it out to take the brush and look at it. It's old and beautiful and when I touch it I can still imagine his hands on it, the way he would look at the girl and then smile, making her heart beat even faster.
Every night he would brush her hair, his coarse and yet soft hands stroking over it, his eyes locked in the mirror, with a girl I do not know anymore. They would never say a word to each other, only the soft beating of two hearts to be heard.
He's not here anymore.
He left and I think.. I think, somehow she left with him.., leaving someone behind whom I don't recognize anymore, someone looking sad and lonely, broken. Someone whose eyes are empty and whose skin is pale.
As the first tears begin to fall, my grip loosens and I can hear the brush falling to the floor, making a dull sound when it hits the ground.
For a second I have a dream of it falling forever, never hitting the ground. But always falling, falling. I stare back at my reflection and watch the tears roll down my face. I don't stop them because I know if I can stop them now, they'll come and hunt me at night.
He left.
Ever since then my life has become empty and boring. Lifeless. In the beginning it hurt but now there's only a dull ache and emptiness left. He's gone. Gone. I tried to move on but I couldn't. I tried to resist him, but I couldn't. I tried to make myself believe I didn't love him but all it ever did was let me see that I loved him even more than I thought.
Maybe it was too much. For both of us.
I turn away from the mirror to look at the bed he and I once shared. It's empty and made and though the sheets have been washed and changed a hundred times since he's gone I can still smell him when I go to bed.
I can still feel him when I remember.
Sometimes I hope that this is just a bad dream and I'll wake up the next morning, curled up against his chest and having his arms wrapped around me. Deep down inside, I know that I'll wake up alone.
((I love you… But sometimes.. sometimes love is not enough.))
I lower myself to the floor and gently pick up the brush from the ground.
It didn't break, so why did we?
I start to brush my hair again while watching the mirror. I remembered a time when I used to smile and we used to be together. I remember a time when forever sounded wonderful because I could share it with him. Now it only increases the pain I feel.
He once told me that whenever he looks at me he sees someone as pure and beautiful as an angel, someone that he loves more than anything. He sees a woman whose the most angelic creature in the world.
All I see, is a girl. A girl I don't want to know. A girl that is lost and broken, a girl who's afraid. A girl without her man.
A girl like me.
//The girl in my mirror
is crying 'cause of you
And I wish there was something
Something I could do//