Who is the biggest liar of them all?
Marked COMPLETE on 30/06/2018
❛❛A shattered mirror can be deceptive.❜❜
It all started with a cracked mirror.
Everything changed with a coincidence.
A mirror can't lie, that's what the onlooker thinks. But don't f...
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Chapter 5: Thoughts
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It was raining outside. Detective Sanchez splashed water on his face and looked into the small mirror in his small-but-okay bathroom. Man, how he hated mirrors. He wouldn't have installed this one too, had it not been for her. He exhaled heavily and closed his eyes. Let it go, he thought, it's a thing of the past now. The past, that's what the mirrors reminded him of. How he had spent almost a decade of his life in this shitty town and its boring cases. His handsome, brownish skin had very few scars. Evident that there's no adventure in my life. He worked out hard, his chiselled body was proof. But all that training has been useless. All this place can give me is robbery and shoplifting. Lastly, it reminded him of her. Since her, he had had no interest in girls at all. No doubt, his handsome face and features were found attractive by countless girls and women. But he had declined all their moves. Even he didn't understand why, but he thought he would never find love again.
He allowed his mind to drift back to the case at hand. But there was no use thinking about it. However hard he thought about it, the situation was not going to change. It was and would remain another of those routine cases. It wasn't a bit interesting as it had earlier seemed. How ironic, he thought, the cops who get nerve-racking cases are wary about it, and guys like me crave for such a life. Whoever had said that the grass is greener on the other side was damn correct. Although he never admitted it, Sanchez always had a glimmer of hope when he was handed a case—a hope that it would turn out to be a bit unusual, a bit different—but none of these wishes came true. This time he had lost all hope. Once this case was all over and done, he would leave this profession for good.
He picked up a book he had taken from the town's only library to read. This trait of his was something not present in all cops—he loved to read. His mother had taught him how to read when he was very young. A very faint smiled crossed his lips. I miss her. But she will always be with me, in all these books. He caressed the cover and read the title—Antony and Cleopatra. He could see it hadn't been picked up by someone in ages. He didn't usually read Shakespeare but today he was inclined to. He cracked it open and smelled it. He knew some would deem him weird if they saw this side of him. But what could he do? He loved just everything about them. Books. He read until he felt dizzy. As minutes passed by, he allowed the splattering raindrops and the rhythmic chime of the clock to lull him to sleep.
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