Broken Mirrors

I hear footsteps muffled by the shingles, slowly coming towards me. Stop.

Somehow I knew. I always knew what would happen to me. I always knew if someone was staring or stalking me. I always knew before hand if a mishap should happen on me. I always knew.

We sat. I knew. She knew. I level my gaze to hers and her eyes found mine for a moment, time seemed to stop. There were only the existence of two minds, two hearts, but words broke them apart.

I moved my head in a curt nod as if to accept her decision and it is all I can do. Heart broken.

The sky cried.

Tears seem to flow from her eyes, mingling with the cold air. I was also running late for my next appointment. But I do not care anymore for I believe that the world has already taken the most important thing from my heart. I've got nothing more to lose.

My hands itch to touch her face, to soothe her into a dull peace for both of us. To tell her that i understand her plight and accepted her reasons. But I cannot. One moment I was closer to someone than anyone else in the world, and the next moment I've lost her. She wasn't mine anymore.

She softens her eyes and her face was that of an angel's. A small nervous smile played across her lips. It was over. It has been a long time since I heard her speak and her voice played like music through my ears:

"I'm sorry. You can hate me if you want to. I'm sorry"

She threw me one last long look, and before i know it, it was over.

The sky cried for me.



Chapter Four:
Departure

Broken Mirrors