bleeding shards of the perfect picture
Smile for the camera!
She stood still in front of the mirror. She looked at herself; silver hair and red eyes and perfect lips and soft clear skin and so picture perfect. Regardless of how beautiful people always told her she was, it was so hard for her to fit into any picture.
But there had been one, she found herself saying, one image I found I fitted into. One, she whispered to herself. Picture perfect in a picture.A photograph framed and glassed. Smiling faces and memories captured in color and shapes.
She never thought she could ever fit so perfectly into anything at all. It was her, and them. Three warriors and a recorder. Three men and a woman. Three boys and a girl. Four little children, laughing and joking and playing pretend. When they were together they could escape the reality, the war. Once in a while they would retreat to some distant escape. She would be pilot and they would be captain, navigator and engineer, zooming off towards somewhere far away.
Once in a while she would forget her job altogether. She would put down her recorder; they, their weapons. They would sit down and watch the sunset and all was right with the world. Just remembering it made her want to laugh out loud, or cry, or scream, or something else of the like.
It stirred in her something so strong and solid, awoken from memory, a sensation that sent her blood rushing and her breaths picking up pace. It felt a bit like wanting to smile from the pleasant memory and shouting and going berserk knowing that it had been taken away from her.
The feeling swelled up in her heart and made her want to scream out. But there was something sticky and thick gluing her lips together. So instead she collected her hand in a fist and shattered the mirror in front of her. There were hundreds of red eyes staring back at her, glued lips, trembling skin captured in broken glass.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she picked up the broken shards with hands stained the color of her eyes and tried to make the mirror pieces fit.
The perfect picture.
Which one is more confusing:)
Again, I don't own FFX-2.
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