Have you ever looked in a mirror and yet seen no reflection? It is the most disconcerting feeling. Like somehow you don't exist beyond the confines of your own imagination. Silent and invisible, you long to make some noise, to hear more than just the dead emptiness in your own chest and see the blankness in the mirror. I've spent many nights of my long life trying to fill that emptiness. The kills distracted me, for a while. The screams drowned out the silence, and the blood made streaks upon the mirror. Something you could see, to know I'd been there.
After I was cursed, I sought the silence in desperation. I was never alone; all the horrors I'd inflicted revisited in force. Yet for all this, I was still invisible. No one cared, no one noticed. Driven away from my family, I wandered in misery. There was no silence, no peace. When I looked in the mirror, I still saw nothing. Even the bloody trails had disappeared.
Then, there was her. Her light was so bright that it burned. The shadows faded, the screams died. More than ever, I regretted my invisibility. Her laugh seemed a paradise, a warmth that spread to anything she touched. To protect her, I withdrew into the shadows; a monster like me did not deserve love. Yet I could not stop seeing her in my head.
And then she smiled. She told me that she loved me. With those words, I was finally more than just imagination. I was real!
Now when I look in the mirror, all I see is her.