Years have passed, and Alyssa is now fourteen. She grew up into a beautiful girl. She now faces the mirror even without her mother beside her.
She glances in it from time to time, brushing her hair, checking her appearance.
She then slowly by slowly started exploring the larger world outside of that world she and her mother had. She met friends, and started meeting acquintances, beautiful girls and charming guys.
But as she enjoyed
December came. The nights are darker, and the wind breeze is chilling. In those nights, as she gets to discover the glam of the bigger world outside, she slowly leaves the small world as well as the dreams she built for it.
Her affection towards her mom became as cold as the breeze of the wind of December night.
A year passed, and the December wind became colder. Alyssa rose in the middle of the night and went straight to the mirror.
She could hear her mom cough hardly from the room across the wall behind the old mirror. But she was deaf. She listens to nothing but the beating of her heart.
Sonny is waiting for her, as well as their friends at the post meters away from their small house.
Alyssa faces the mirror again to comb her hair. But she sees in it Sonny's face with a sweet smile painted on it.
"Go with me. Go with us. We will live in a new world. With a new life you never had before. We will be happy. More than how happy you are with only you and your mom."
Her reminiscing was disturbed when she heard footsteps approaching. It was her mother.
"Where are you going dear?"
"Don't try to stop me! I'm going away from this old house, and this damn life! I am tired with this small world with only you and me!"
Her mother tried to hold her tears and held Alyssa. But out of madness, she pushed her mother towards the old mirror. The old mirror eventually broke into pieces.
"But I love you. I could love you more than the love millions of people can give". Whispered Alyssa's mother. A whiser that Alyssa never heard for she fleed, towards the new world waiting for her.
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The Breaking of the Mirror
Short StoryWe may fail to notice it, but there are those times when are too busy trying to make ourselves better that we destroy the old self we once had. Trying to beautify the frame, we then broke the glass, which is the most important part of the mirror.
