arghhh I'm bad at writing short stories 'cause I like writing big novels rather than ending a story abruptly, but that doesn't stop me from writing! this story seems bit too poetic, I'm a better poet than a story writer, but stories seem to intrigue me more.
THE REFLECTION
She stared at the long stretched alley before her, the same familiar way she used to get back home after school. She heaved a huge sigh, exhausted from everything about her life. "Wish I could be someone else" she mumbled as she soberly stepped onto the path which suffocated her legs from its familiarity.
She slowly walked past each block and was stopped all too sudden. Astounded, she stared into the old glass pane on the building, her eyes grew wide. She saw herself, a faint reflection, yet so subtly beautiful that she was enchanted. Time felt frozen as she stood there unaware of everything around her, almost like in a trance.
She found happiness, something she sought all her life. she went home, enlivened, life seemed so strangely beautiful. She stared deep down the mirror in her room, it didn't have the subtle beauty of the window pane, her wondrous dream world. The magic seemed to be limited only to that old glass pane of the run down building.
Every day, she walked down the alley to the window pane and rekindled with her joy. Her reflection on it seemed to become brighter and brighter every day and she found it difficult to part with the friendly reflection of herself. At home, when she stared into her own mirror, she found it dull day by day, faint and lifeless.
Just like all the days, she came to her wonderful reflection in the glass pane, to meet with its ethereal blithe, yet to her dismay before her stood the glowing reflection of a stranger, someone unrecognizable. She found her dream world shattered, all the joy drained out of her life, her only bliss seemed strange to her. She took a piece of stone from the ground, clasped it tight near her heart and with tears rolling down her cheeks, with all her strength, send the rock crashing to the window pane, breaking it into a million shining pieces each with her reflection in tears.
Her deep wounded heart took her home, sunken in dark shadows of depression, she went near the mirror in her room.
Hoping to see the almost faint, empty reflection, she stared at the mirror.
In it stood herself, the same old her, the her she was tired of, the one she wished to change. The old her, the real her.
She with bitter guilt, traced through the reflection embracing it with a heart wrenching moan.
"She had found herself."
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