At such a time, not even a sound could be heard.
For a second, I could feel my heart sink.
Death is such a silent thing.
People fear it because it had a huge presence despite its utter non-materialistic nature.
Not a sound. Not an image.
A silent monster.
I was in a state where nothing exactly mattered anymore. Where nothing could make me feel better. I was too betrayed.
And suddenly, my eyes fell on something.
Far at the other end of the room on the chest of drawers.
It was obviously placed there on a whim after having been used to cut off a cloth tag or such.
A pair of scissors.
I stood up, and with that, I could see my reflection at the mirror placed above the chest of drawers.
My hair was messed, my clothes were wrinkled.
I staggered towards the chest of drawers. Towards my target.
Eying the reflection of my expression, I hardly recognized myself.
Tears had went dry by now, and my lips felt dry.
Gazing back at my own eyes, I saw them evolve into something I've never, ever felt in my entire life.
Something I've never wanted to ever be reflected in my eyes.
Something I feared. Something I avoided.
Something I never thought was possible for me.
It was pure, dark grudge
I felt numb. Too numb for anything.
And my expression crumbled. To pieces.
In all senses of the word.
The shield disappeared.
Leaving me beyond defenseless.
