Broken Mirrors

This day had felt different from the outset; something had unbalanced my routine and my usual blueprint of thought. I awoke a little later than usual and glared around my room, my cage. It was a prison for my thoughts.

My alarm sounded like the cry of a mandrake, it was piercing my ears.

I ambled my way to the kitchen and was handed a chipped mug of lukewarm milk in return for reassurance that i was still present in this empty and hollow world. I regained my territorial seat at my desk near the window and blocked out all the bawls and whimpers from my surrounding and stared aimlessly out.

There were cards, gifts waiting to be given and received resting near the edge of the table. And one such gift was for her. One less of a hundred roses made, and cards written. They would never leave me to reach her.

It was over. The day repeated in my head over and over, and I couldn't escape from it if I wanted to. But I didn't want to, I didn't want to escape from it, for escaping would be forgetting and I couldn't lose the memories we created. Memories are all I have now.

They were happy memories and thoughts I know but instead it drew a tear.

I stepped back into my world.

My mind was in tumult. I need to ascertain my supposition that she is that ductile. A zephyr interrupted my thoughts; it was a constant reminder. She needn't seek my countenance for who she chuses. However it did mortify me.

And I do not endeavor to conceal it.

She was unreachable.

As my thoughts flowed, it was decided, that the gift was not to be unreceived. It would be for no one. And it would serve as a agonizing memory, for me.





Chapter Five:
Solitary Valentine's


Broken Mirrors






Post Script:
This is the fifth and last part of the first theme; Heartbroken. Keep a look out for the next one soon! Have a splendid Valentine's Day!