The mirror was a perfect square, always reflecting. Yuugi hated it. Ever since Atemu had left, every time he walked past that mirror, his heart jolted. He always looked and always, his hopes died. He hated that mirror.

Today was the last day the mirror would torture him. He saw his reflection; he saw the truth in his eyes. All the lies he told to his friends did nothing to the mirror of himself. To Atemu.

Yuugi's fist met the mirror. His crazed expression shattered in front of him. The mirror no longer perfect, no longer square. Just like him.