1/7: MIRROR
The mirror was rusted with age. The corners were lined with scratches and the gloss of the frame was peeling off, leaving behind ugly scars embedded in the dark wood.
She stared at her reflection with watery [e/c] eyes.
She didn't look what was looking back at her. That was the truth, pure and simple.
Labels floated above her head like rain clouds, invisible to anyone but her. If she reached her hand up into the air, she was convinced she would be able to touch them, those real, tangible ghosts that floated in the mirror. Her ghosts.
Her body, her reflection, was made up of these labels, these clouds, these ghosts that nobody else could see but her. They pinned words to what she could see.
Only they made her feel rotten inside. They made her feel ugly. The mirror was a taunt, a jeer at the ugliness of the human condition, the ugliness of striving for perfection, for a beauty that didn't exist. But she didn't see that. She believed the mirror, and what it showed her, what it had made her.
All she saw was a paper thin reflection, and the ghosts that chased it.
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mirror, mirror | keiji akaashi ✓
Fanfic[keiji akaashi x insecure!reader] ❝all she saw was a paper thin reflection, and the ghosts that chased it❞ story © jessica // completed
