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【𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄/𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕】
In the lonely echoes of a room marred by shadows, the weight of the revelation about [NAME]'s allegiance to the Abyss Order lingered, casting a somber pallor over my days. Nightmares, like relentless specters, haunted my restless sleep, each dream a vivid tapestry of emotional turmoil.
One day, compelled by the need to confront the altered reflection in the mirror, I stood before it, eyes seeking the truth within my own gaze. The mirror, an unforgiving witness to the toll of emotions etched across my face, reflected a visage marred by grief and confusion.
A moment of desperation overcame me, and I clenched my fist, silent tears tracing a path down to the cold, indifferent floor. "Why.. Why did you have to join them? And.. You left me, you betrayed me. You promised me that you wouldn't," I mumbled, the words laden with a heartbreaking plea for understanding. Why do I feel hurt? Why is there an ache in my chest?...
Closing my eyes in an attempt to shut out the harsh reality, I reopened them to a surreal sight. The reflection staring back at me was not my own, but that of - The past version, their grin radiating innocence and warmth.
"Did you know that you can't feel your tongue when you smile?" [NAME]'s voice echoed, a bittersweet reminder of a simpler time when their playful antics could effortlessly evoke a smile.
I mirrored their innocent grin, recalling the memory of [NAME] using that trick to brighten my spirits. "Got you!" they exclaimed, their joy infectious.
"Aw, look how cute you are smiling!" their words echoed in the room, but my smile waned, replaced by a profound frown as the atmosphere shifted.
"S̶m̷i̶l̷e̷ ̷m̷o̴r̶e̶,̵ ̸s̸i̷l̷l̶y̴!̵ ̵I̵t̸ ̸l̸o̸o̵k̷s̸ ̸g̸o̸o̵d̸ ̴o̵n̶ ̷y̸o̶u̷!" A distorted voice interjected, a haunting reminder of the irreversible change in [NAME]'s path.
The room seemed to shiver with an unsettling energy as the past version of [NAME] continued to implore for more smiles, the once-innocuous request now carrying an eerie weight. As the distorted voice persisted, I found myself trapped in a disconcerting dance between past joy and present sorrow, the mirror reflecting not just the physical, but the emotional journey etched upon my soul.
