Broken Mirrors [IN PROGRESS]

9

"Here are your two drinks and the cake. Enjoy." The man exclaims happily and leaves for the next order.

My cake and our drinks finally arrive and I couldn't help but grab my phone and take a picture.

"This cafe is so pretty. I really enjoy the whole atmosphere." I blurt out trying to find the perfect angle for the photo.

"Oh me too, it's one of my favorite places. There's not a lot of people but it got busy all of a sudden today." He says slightly shy.

I nod as I devour my cake, the enticing chocolate sweetness filled my mouth.

I take a sip of my drink to chug it all down and sigh. I needed this break.

"You seem like your really enjoying yourself." He cheerfully says giving me his closed-eyed smile.

I become flustered and start to slow down.

I'm probably eating too fast.

"Oh yeah I guess." I quickly murmur under my breathe.

"O-oh I didn't mean to make you embarrassed like that," He realizes how flustered l look as I notice his cheeks flaring up with a slight red. "I'm sorry." He expresses ashamed covering his face with his long fingers.

"No, it's honestly fine." I quickly utter.

We fell into silence again.

"I really appreciate you teaming up with me." He whispers quietly with a thankful tone in his voice. I could see his eyes gazing at me.

I couldn't help but smile as I gaze back at his dark coffee eyes.

Abruptly, we hear a scream from the back of the room our attention turning towards the entrance of the coffee.

The male with green eyes who took our order is forced to be taken away struggling with two men.

"Wait isn't that the black-suited men?" I whisper to Namjoon looking perplexed with what was happening. "The ones who usually come to record what we get from the mirrors when we are born, right?"

Namjoon nods but carefully watching what was happening narrowing his heavy eyes.

"I didn't do anything! I just wanted to live a normal life!" The green eyes man yells his old tidy hair was now a mess all over his face. If you looked closely you could see his glassy eyes.

"I'm sorry but you have to come with us, you have a broken mirror after all." One of the black-suited men says. He seemed to be the calm one, unlike his co-worker who was being rather aggressive on the individual.

As if that was a valid reason to take him out of the shop in front of everyone.

The whole cafe watches too scared to say anything.

We all watch them as they get into a black van the tinted windows blocking from us seeing them again.

There was a tan stubby man with a brown beard who seemed to be the manager who stood in the middle of everyone's recent attention.

"It's okay please go back to enjoying your meals!" The bearded man declares trying to ease the nervousness.

Like that it was done as if nothing happened.

"That was scary," I say alarmed by the situation.

"It was. People like us need to be careful." He mumbles looking carefully as the van carrying the man disappears. "There must be a new rule or something that the king is making to people with broken mirrors." He goes back to writing rapidly in his notebook.

I nod.

No matter what we can't escape our fates.

Our broken mirrors.

The king.

Will, they ever found out about me?