Beauty

"How much more beautiful can you get, my dear?"
Staring into the mirror the man couldn't help but smile at his reflection, he was no longer himself. Everything about him has changed, his looks, his attitude, even the house surrounding him wasn't his.
"You are beyond stunning, without regret."
The awful man spat lies to himself. The truth is he couldn't stand his reflection, he hated the way he acts, and his house was nothing close to a home. He regretted all of his decisions up to this moment, but still.
"You are gorgeous! Don't let anyone tell you otherwise."
He used to feel nothing for his reflection. He used to have close family and friends that brought meaning into his hopeless life. He used to sit in a small but comfortable home, but he threw it all away for beauty. Like a woman sacrifices her sanity to love her reflection, so did he. But he was no longer beautiful. His face was torn and looked as though there was a mask of someone else's face on top. His body was thin and his bones were showing, he looked like the living dead.
"You are.."
His home was empty, he sacrificed his only love. His love, the only person who would tell him "You are beautiful." His only love.
"You are fowl."
Finally realizing all his mistakes he comes to the conclusion he has no place to be.
"You are horrid."
He throws his fist at the mirror and it shatters. He slowly walks by the expensive wine bottles and thousands of dollars worth of furniture, drops of blood from his fist follow behind him.
"Forgive me dear lord."
Beautiful last words from such an ugly man.

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