How We Deal With Misery

III.5: Trances: Reality [through mirrors]

Trances: Reality

She was staring into the ceiling disguised as the night sky when he found her.

He sighed, letting himself in. With a flick of his wrist, her trance broke and the ceiling returned to its boring, earthly presence.

He stepped over the scattered pieces of broken glass, eyes widening slightly at the sight of blood. Her hands were bleeding, he noted.

"Hey..." she glanced at him with her tearfilled orbs that brought a pang to his heart, before staring blankly into the ceiling once more.

"Megami. The creator. Powerful. Renowned." With every word he took another step, before sitting next to her.

Pain and confusion swirled in the purple voids that were his irises, as he brought on a different trance.

Now they were in a grassy meadow, where wind blew freely and poppies grew in abundance.

"You're beautiful, Rasvim. Why do you do this?"

This time, it was her who broke the trance. She stood up, and glanced at him with empty mirrorlike eyes, before breaking his heart once more.

"Don't pretend that you understand me. You can't help me either. You're reality after all."

He stared blankly as the door slammed behind her, before a single tear managed to escape.

Damn this all. Why can't she just lean on him for once? He was real. He was there. Why can't she?

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