Published: June 30, 2020

I remember the first time I met you.

Your honey brown eyes held an innocent curiosity, much like a fawn's would. You observed me quietly, and I suddenly felt nervous, what if you didn't like me? However, all you did was smile warmly at me. I've never felt so relieved.

No matter how many times I saw you, I never got tired of you. It always made me happy to see your face. I thought you felt the same. I suppose that was my first mistake because you didn't.

You started avoiding me, and it broke my heart. Did someone hurt you? Is that why you didn't want me to see you? I just wanted to understand. That was my second mistake.

One day, you stopped avoiding me. I was so happy to see you! I thought that you wanted to be friends again. I was foolish to think that.... You screamed at me and told me how stupid, how revolting I am.

I know it's weird, but even though you said those horrible things to me, my only concern was about the tears in your eyes. I knew you were crying because of me. I didn't mean to make you cry. So, I forgave you for that day because I thought it would get better. That was my third mistake.

It got worse as time went on. You got angrier and angrier at me. Even throwing things at me when you were especially upset. You called me so many names, ugly and worthless being you're favorites. Now, I wish you would've kept avoiding me because this was so much worse.

It was torture not knowing how to help you. I knew you were hurting deeply. To this day, I still don't know what I could've done. So, all I could do was watch you tear yourself apart. You tore until nothing was left.

It was a Tuesday when you stormed into your room upset. I thought you were going to yell at me like you usually did, but you didn't. All you did was cry, and seeing you upset made me cry too. You were in complete hysterics. I couldn't comfort you, I didn't know how. That was my fourth and final mistake.

You suddenly threw a punch at me, I didn't dodge. You reeled back in pain, blood dripping from your hand. Not hesitating, you grabbed a piece of glass and started cutting away at your arm. I was mortified at your actions.

I remember the last time I saw you.

You looked so beautiful in white. You also looked much more relaxed, a familiar smile on your face. I couldn't help but admire you, and for the first time, I tried talking to you, but sadly no words came out. I tried even though I knew I couldn't.

After all, I'm only your reflection.