Disclaimer: I do not own YGO.
Inspiration: Agar Ebene by Hermes
Song: "In My Life" by The Beatles
Photo: dusk, l'heure bleu, with the fainting twinkling of the first stars of the night
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Someday, they'll tell stories about us.
They'll start in whispers of legends that once lived among us. No one will really remember what we looked like, of course, but they'll remember the kind of people we were. They'll remember you as the tall, handsome, and just King who drove the monsters from the Kingdom with cunning, skill, and courage. They'll remember me as the willowy, beautiful, and fair Queen who rode alongside you into Battle with determination, faith, and hope. They'll remember the two of us as the people who lived and breathed and died here, and they'll remember us even when they forget everything else.
We'll be forgotten by everyone but ourselves in a few years. The old hurts we once inflicted will fade; the places we once lived are occupied by younger, more determined people; the spaces we used to occupy in each other's hearts will fill again. We'll look for each other in everyone we encounter, trying desperately hard to mend the broken parts of our souls, and we will always wonder about the worlds that could have been, if only we were better to each other and better to ourselves.
We will tell ourselves stories, too, about how it just wasn't meant to be and how we each had flaws that brought doom upon the happy kingdom we once ruled. You had your stubborn and righteous streak; I have my stubborn and righteous streak. We were different yet exactly the same, two cracked mirrors facing and reflecting upon each other. You looked cold and logical from the outside but was warm and squishy on the inside; I looked warm and squishy on the outside but was cold and logical on the inside. We could have had everything we wanted, if only we tried hard enough— the truth, though, is we punished each other for being human simply because we recognized the best and worst of ourselves in each other.
Someday, though, I hope we will tell ourselves different stories, of how we were just two broken, hopeful people who tried their best and found the world lacking in each other's eyes. It was a beautiful, imperfect, jagged, and worthwhile journey to get where we're at now. Sometimes we'll look back and wonder upon the forks in the road and think, "What if?" Or "How about this or that instead of this or that?"
These are the ghosts that haunt us at night, deep within the covers yet miles away from sleep. We ruminate over our shared mistakes and passions while wondering if we are just too broken to be loved by each other or just too broken to love, in general, and we'll toss and turn separately, miles apart, haunting each other with the specter of what could have been. The lives we could have lived stretch infinite and unbroken across the many stars scattered in the sky, but the only light that remains is the solitary moon of reality.
(There are universes of possibilities out there, yet only one reality.)
They'll tell stories about us in all of them.
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And that's it for Mirrors, for now, because le maison Hermes is done with this line of perfume (for now) and I've just bled my inspiration dry (for now).
