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Lady In The Mirror

Story : 495 words in total

Written by me, portraying how locked up one may feel without the right person beside them

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She stood there. Alone. In front of the mirror that she despised so much, the hatred for it unimaginable.

She had tried everything. Banging on the glass to break it, kicking it, throwing rocks onto it, rocks the size of a basket ball. But nothing helped her. She was trapped. Able to look out, but not in to see what the person she called 'me' was, all was black where she stayed, all was void and darkness, where no light could remain or live on to illuminate her way out. She prayed, hoping for someone to see her, to free her, to be with her. She had lost hope, sitting in front of the mirror in the void, looking at the deer that passed by the place that was her home, the place of darkness en frigidness. She wondered what she did wrong, what her fate was, if she was destined to stay in this freezing, personal prison like she failed the one thing she was made for. 

The same story, each day, until, a handsome man, with pale blue eyes, which portrayed solemn melancholy, posture and eyes the same story, slender arms hanging beside his torso, loosely grasping the hem of the black blouse he wore. His curly, raven black hair messily hanging before his face, partially covering his sorrow-filled eyes.

He looked up at the mirror, where he saw the beauty of the lady who were locked up in it. He cracked a small smile, stepping closer to the mirror that the lady was sitting in, the walls around her illuminating and making the, seemingly small, room a pure and bright white.

She smiled weakly, getting up from her kneeling position and adjusting the tullen gown, stepping a little closer. The man looked at her, putting his hand against the woman's slender hand that was placed against the mirror from the inside.

The man admired the lady, her beautiful wavy, brown locks falling beside her face, not drawing all attention away from her freckles, slim face and big brown eyes that a storm could be seen in. A brown autumn storm with leafs of all colours in it.

They looked at each other for some time before one of them spoke, they talked for hours until it was time for the man to go.

The next day, as soon as sunlight lit up the wooded area around her home, the man showed up, with a bright and genuine smile plastered onto his face, eyes portraying euphoria.

She got up, smiling, her eyes gaining a childlike spark upon seeing the flowers he held and put around her mirror.

This went on for days without end, until one day, the mirror had disappeared.

The man looked around, lost and in despair while looking for the woman he had grown to love.

She giggled, hugging him tightly from behind, happier than ever as she had been freed from her personal prison.

She was finally happy.