A/N: This blind-sided me while I was working on Gender Benders. It's a simple, very short, one-shot of angsty doom. I kind of wanted to write this…but yesterday seemed the perfect time to do it!
:curses: Almost 500 words! I weep….
As usual, let me know if you some factual/grammatical/spelling error! Thanks! And review (pretty please with a gumdrop gummy bat on top?)!
Reflections
(One-shot—Angsty)
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Look too long into the abyss, and the abyss will begin to look back into you….
He had gazed for a long time into the mirror.
The emulation of glass and mercury said nothing in reply, nor did it give him any answers. It merely existed to torment him, like it was some form of divine of mockery destined for him and him alone.
In all honesty, he couldn't remember when he started feeling that the mirror was beginning to look back into him.
He always spent some time through the looking glass so to speak, pondering what his life would've been like if it had all been different. It was healthy to reflect every once in a while, no matter how depressing, and he did so quite literally in this case, holding the small mirror before him like some sort of magical device. As if an inanimate object would help him when no one else could.
Some men were born to greatness; others have greatness thrust upon them….
This was something that had given him the push and had made him take the plunge, and though he thought of it as a burden most of the time, he never once doubted that the gifts he had been given made him great.
He remembered the times when his life was uncomplicated. Boring, in fact. Being unpopular in school and upping his mediocre grades were the only things besides the stars themselves that he truly cared for, in addition to his family and friends.
In spite of all the things that had happened, he was sure he was doing the right thing. Helping others when others could not help themselves…protecting those weaker than him…these were the signs of a true hero. His friends had told him so countless amounts of times. But for some reason, no matter how much he believed them, there was a kernel of doubt that lingered inside his heart.
A radiant abyss, where men meet themselves….
The death of his friends and family and even those who he didn't call close replayed over and over in his head, followed by a horrible feeling of emptiness that he couldn't describe in words. It made him numb inside, to think that he had caused their deaths, no matter how small a part he played.
His own cruel smile and hollow red eyes haunted him. Every time he saw his reflection, he didn't see what he was; he saw what he would have become.
It was as if he could never truly be free of himself. And to Danny, that was what frightened him the most.
