𝗙𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 , 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗈𝗇𝖾

p r e l u d e

❝even at the end of it all,
I don't regret falling for you.❞

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Amore et melle et felle es fecundissimus.

The Latin phrase carved on his mirror frame mocked him as the meaning for the phrase laughed wholeheartedly at him.

Love is rich with honey and venom.

He found the meaning of the phrase on his antique mirror amazing, but he smiled at himself for he had just tasted the venom in it.

The downside of love, the venom, which kills you from within and breaks you into pieces.

A thousand useless pieces.

He took a step ahead, looking straight at his reflection in the mirror. His green eyes were red and glassy as he struggled to hold back his tears.

He held onto the mirror frame tightly to stop his hands from shaking, as he took deep breaths. Adrenaline coursed through his veins but he knew he couldn't do anything about his racing heart. Not because he couldn't but because it didn't belong to him anymore.

It was hers from the very start, he thought miserably but he knew that she had other variabilities. Knew that she had someone else.

And it hurts because that someone wasn't him.

He knew that he couldn't make her belong to him. He knew she was beyond his reach. But he was unable to convince his heart otherwise.

His heart paced with the hope of having her. With the hope of calling her his.

He inhaled sharply, to stop his treacherous tears from falling, but he patted his chest right above his heart was beating thunderously within him.

"She's not mine. She was never mine," he did a failed attempt to convince that to his heart. But his heart didn't intend to believe its owner for it believed in its love. It's love for her.

"You're lying," his heart hopefully replied. "Acknowledge the way she smiles around you."

Her coy smile danced in front of his eyes, despite his attempts of focusing his gaze on the mirror. Even though his eyes were set on the clear mirror, his mind was clouded by her thoughts.

And clouds, when heavy, brought rain. And rain occurred as tears strolled down his eyes, falling on the carpet after trickling down his reddened cheeks.

"That's because I look like him," he inhaled sharply, hoping that it'd reduce the immense pain in his chest which no medicine could cure. "But I'm nothing like him."

He felt his shoulders vibrate as he tried to control his emotions pathetically. Stop all his residing pain and stop loving her. But her knew, a part of his shattered heart would always be hers.

"Because I look like him," He grumbled sardonically as his forehead touched the mirror as he slowly kneeled. His head was throbbing but it was his chest with irritated him. Because it was his heart that was hurting.

Tears rolled down his cheeks but he did not attempt to stop them from falling. He just let all his emotions out of his chest as his cheek rested on the cool surface of the mirror.

He cried for his unrequited love for her. He cried for his broken heart and for a broken promise of being someones forever and always.

There's no way out of one-sided love, his heart solemnly concluded, making him put his hand in front of his mouth to stop sobbing loudly.

And he let the silence of the room console him slowly and he broke in front of his mirror while his mirror blankly stared back at him, offering its remorse.

Yk, we tend to talk about how to people come together and then believe in the happily ever after aspect of it.

But what about the those who lost their hearts too and they can't walk up to the person whom they loved and ask them to hand it back.

But that doesn't how it works. That's certainly not it. It's about those Shattered hearts and fragmented souls which are left as an aftermath of the battle they never knew they were fighting.

Love- is something that needs to be felt and not just a mere concept of two humans falling for each other.

It's an embodiment of all the people engaged loving and failing at it.

xoxo,
Sasha