Welcome back to "Through the Looking Glass!" I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. These will be sequential drabbles on their daily lives, but with time skips. As you'll read, the events in this chapter occur about 3 years after the first chapter (and other time skips are explicitly said).
Chapter 2: Feeling Pain
Her parents were soulmates and she relished in the story of their meeting. On a Halloween night, their university campus was holding a costume party. Both were getting their outfits ready-Sabine as a witch and Tom as a werewolf. They were both standing in front of their own mirrors when suddenly it wasn't their reflection they saw but each other. After their initial shock wore off, they had the great idea to exchange phone numbers by writing sticky notes to each other, and they realized that they were going to the same party. After they met, the rest was history.
Marinette was 13 and always dreaming of when she would see her own soulmate. She imagined looking into his eyes (sometimes blue, sometimes brown, but always changing) and gazing at his perfect smile. They'd fall in love, marry, and have three kids and a hamster. She never imagined going through the trap door of her room to see a blonde boy her age flexing in the mirror. Out of the mirror's sight, she took a minute to quell her giggling, but it turned into full blown laughter when she saw him kiss his bicep. This boy was ridiculous! She wanted to go out and greet him, but if he was flexing in front of the mirror, then he hadn't seen her as a soulmate yet.
So Marinette kept to herself and was content to watch him from across the room, out of the mirror's range. Some days, she thought she caught the boy glancing back at her, but too quickly, he would turn back to his books and her to her sewing. Someday, she thought. She'd meet him someday. Unfortunately, without her full-length mirror, she had to have another one installed on the wall so that she could try out her creations.
It was a year since she first saw the boy when she saw something disturbing. Instead of the happy boy studying some unknown subjects or cuddling his pet cat, it was a broken boy sitting at the foot of his bed with his head in his hands. Tears slid down his face, and she could see his shoulders wracking from sobbing. Without sound, it hurt her so much more.
Marinette ran to her mirror; she wanted to hug him, hold him, make his pain disappear! Banging on the mirror, she was desperate for him to notice her, even though all she did was in vain. She couldn't wipe away the boy's tears and her own blurred her vision.
Later, she put the puzzle pieces together: the kind woman she sometimes saw-his mother, she guessed- was gone. Died, disappeared-it didn't matter, but it brought her soulmate great sorrow, and it felt like she had lost her own mother. For weeks afterwards, she saw the boy lay in bed, clutching a framed picture of the woman, depressed with only his cat as a companion. She longed to be by his side to comfort him, too.
Suddenly after a month, he wasn't in bed anymore. He threw himself back in his studies, and she saw equipment and materials for more extracurriculars-language books, a fencing foil and mask, and lately, piles of nice clothing that were later cleared away by maids. She was glad to see his spirits lifted and that motivated her to continue her own projects-left abandoned to mourn for her soulmate's mother.
Though she herself couldn't do anything to alleviate his pain, she hoped that someday he would see her and let her into his heart; she wanted to understand his feelings, too.
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