[Lost- Heartless] "There was a hole here, its gone now."

[dr-silverrose.livejournal.com]

 A short, introspective piece inspired by a bit of IC dialogue.  




This is not the first time she has broken her mirror.

--that’s not me, I know it’s not. I don’t look like that—blond haired, brown eyed; not my father’s hair, not my father’s eyes, not at all--

Its not even the first she’s felt bad about it.

--this was ours. Our thing in our house that we got together. We suffered for this and we survived for this and I broke it.—

This is, however, the first time she has done so without really knowing why.

--White, grey, black. Colours bleed out and die and only purity remains and I am drifting higher, ever higher, into the empty winter sky. I feel cold.—

This is not the first time she has broken her mirror but...

--Lighter than air, lighter than warmth and lighter than love, she strains. A balloon on a fraying string that shimmers, iridescent. Weighed down only by her body she waits, patiently—to fly—

...but it’s the last time the mirror will ever be whole.