Mirror Charlie responded, "Oh really?"
Charlie said gasping. "If.. you had.. power.. to do this, then why all the insults? Because, .. your power.. fueled by.. my self doubt. Madame Rosa said.. I needed to.. understand myself."
Mirror Charlie smirked and said, "What's to understand? You're a pathetic person pathetically pretending to try to make something of your life."
Charlie said, "You.. All those people.. called me pathetic because I was poor. But I've allways.. admired poor people.. who try their best to move forward. Which I'm pretty sure.. I'm doing. So why can't.. I admire myself.. for doing.. the same thing? Oh jeez. I've fallen for it."
Mirror Charlie said, "What do you mean?"
Charlie said, "A lot of people.. in the world.. would have you believe.. that being born poor.. makes you pathetic, and I've fallen for it." After saying that, some of Charlies stregth started to return. "No one who is born poor and yet is able to survive is pathetic. The real pathetic ones are the ones born wealthy, but don't do anything with their lives. And I was able to help the Isles of Mystery. Sure I got through on mostly luck, but it also required bravery. I put myself in a dangerous situation for the good of the whole world. I'm on a good path on my life, and I'm not going to let you mess it up."
Charlie was able to stand up then, but not all of his strength returned. He still felt very hungry. "And what's the point of weath anyway? A lot of the problems in the world is caused by people who are rich, but since they aren't happy their only answer for their unhappiness is to become more rich. Well, I've been happy. I've been happy ever since..." Charlie needed a few seconds to answer that, and slapped his head as he realized the answer, and during that time his strength returned completly and his hunger dissapeared. He said, "Thank you, Rosa. I understand now." Charlie ran to the back of the room, put his toughest shoulder forward and ran strait at the dark mirror. With an intense impact, and an amazing crash, he broke through to the other side.
He landed on his front, and with his face turned around he saw there was another mirror just as well decorated on the other side, which he broke on his way in. He put his hands down to lift himself from the floor and heaved when he hit his head on something soft. He turned around and saw right in front of him a giant purple sphere. It took a few seconds after seing the little stubs with shoes on them at the bottom of the sphere and hearing the crying sound coming from the top to realize the truth.
He now had a giant blueberry for a girlfriend. He said, "Oh jeez. Violet!"
He heard from the top a shrill voice saying, "Get away from ME!"
Charlie walked back and looked over the top of Violet so he could see her head. Charlie said, "Look, Violet. You've fallen for the tricks of the dark mirror. It's power over you is fueled by your own self doubt. Believe in yourself, and the power will be broken. You'll revert to normal!"
"I can't! Just leave me! I'm not worth it." Charlie looked over the top and saw that Violet was trying in many ways to hide her face from Charlie. She tried to bend her head to look away. She tried to flip her hair over her head so as to obscure her face."
Charlie said, "Violet, look at me. I know you're feeling helpless and ugly right now."
Violet screamed, "Are you saying I'm not?"
Charlie smirked and said, "You can help yourself by believing in yourself. I'd also say your beautiful, but hey, I'm biased. Do you know why I'm biased?" Violet gave a small chuckle through her tears, as Charlie moved around to her back and started to roll Violet over. He said as he pushed, "Let me explain something to you. Before we met, a lot of people called me pathetic because I was born so poor. You hear something enough times, You start to believe it. You calling me a loser didn't hurt, partly because I was used to it, but partly because I believed it on some level. Your boyfriend has a self esteem problem, and that problem has given rise to a number of irrational fears about our relationship. It's like sometime theres this little voice in my head saying, "What does she see in you?" or "She only likes you because your going to run a factory someday."
Violet cried out, "Are you kidding! I don't care about the factory! I remember when I was first... like this. Everyone else there looked at me with wonder. Only you and my mom looked at me with genuine concern for my well-being." Charlie finished rolling and moved around Violet to her head which was now level with his. He took a handkercheif out of his pocket, and wiped the tears from Violet's cheek. "Every experience with you since then has confirmed one thing for me. You are one of the nicest persons in the world. You care about others even if they don't care about you."
Charlie smiled and said, "I'm biased because I love you, Violet. I'm sorry I let my darn insecurities make me lose sight of how happy you've made me. So, birthday girl, since our last kiss was a dud, mind if I try again?"
Violet said, "Don't seem to have much of a choice. Go ahead."
Charlie planted his lips on Violet for a good minute before he looked up and saw she was shrinking, and her normal hue was returning. She said, back in her confident voice, "You know, I wouldn't have fallen for the mirror's tricks if you hadn't been so wishy-washy before. I'm usually a pretty confident person."
Charlie nodded. "I've allways thought that."
Violet continued, "You are taking me out to dinner on a fancy restaurant on the Isle of Lovers when we get back, you understand."
Charlie replied as Violet finished returning to normal, "That's fair. Can I have another kiss now?"
Violet yelled, "Jeez. NEXT TIME YOU DON'T ASK!" before grabbing Charlies head and pulling him into another kiss.
After a few seconds, Charlie managed to make a few words in between kisses from Violet. "We really should.. SMACK keep SMACK moving."
Violet replied. "We really should. SMACK"
Charlie broke free from her grip, took Violet's hand and said, "Follow me."
Violet replied, "Forever." before they both left the room back into the hall of mirrors still holding hands.