"Justified...? No, your actions are your own."

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Today is special. It wasn't.

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Today was special. Everyone's dead.

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That day... was not special. You ruined it.

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Monster.

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29 / 11 / 20XX

"What went wrong?" That thought, that sentence, gnawed at him. They were inseparable, weren't they? He watched the mirror, the glass is no longer clear. There is but a hazy, foggy look to it. It's a dirty mirror. All the stains make it hard to see his reflection. But it is there.

He peered into it, into the cloudy surface. All he saw was his shadow, a vague silhouette. Wiping it with his hand, he stared at the spot he had brushed over. Not enough to clean it, but he could make out his reflection, somewhat.

"It's you! Look, I made an entire album for us!"

Your voice echoes through the mirror, as a fragment of his mind reminds him what could've been. What should have been.

He watched the remnants of them running down the hall, laughing, made up from his memories, of happier days.

Why did you betray him? Was everything a lie up until now? That same old innocent you, he desperately missed. But you're a monster.

So why is it that his heart aches every time he looks at you, he sees a fraction of an old shell. So bright, yet that light dims further whenever he tries to hold on to some sort of normalcy.

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Notes:

i. Added [Dead Doves] tag as a form of precaution.

ii. art by sketch