Portrait
She stands in front of the mirror.
What does she see?
A pair of vivid blue eyes stares back at her, but with no happiness behind them and she wonders how she can make them gleam with cheeriness. A thin finger twirls a strand of her now layered hair, but she wishes that her hair wasn't as limp and dead-looking. She imagines herself a bit thinner as she eyes her waist with dissatisfaction, and looks back to the mirror. The mirror showed her how she wanted to look, and she saw the person that she longed for behind her.
He smiled gently, his eyes free all any sort of arrogance, and her mirrored-self was caught in his embrace. She couldn't help but be jealous of the mirror. He was long gone from this world, and all that she was left was memories. She didn't want to have just memories of him—it wasn't enough. Her eyes filled with tears. How she longed to be the mirror! The mirror seemed to have no desires left unfulfilled, no sorrow, no imperfections in its life. It conjured up so many things that made it happy, and she hated the real world for its lack of ability to do the same.
Bitterly, she leaves the mirror to dwell in her own unhappiness, but the mirror does not care that she has left it. It knows that she will return to stare wistfully on its exterior, because she always has.
And so, it patiently waits, knowing that it has caught another victim.
The End
Yuugiou in no way belongs to me. This one-shot is dedicated to one of my best online friends, Chester, and I'm so sorry that it is two days late! What inspired it, I'm not entirely sure, but this is a new type of fiction coming from me. The mirror is the antagonist in this story…
Constructive criticism and flames are more then welcome. The character used in this story is quite easy to figure out, but guess anyway. I'll give a cookie to anybody that guesses correctly.
Innocence Within