And here she was, staring at her reflection of her once regal self. If she thought her life would be here, five years ago, she would have ridiculed the thought. Now that the gambit has been thrown, she could not help but feel as a failure, of being useless. Life, while never being perfectly synchronized to the tunes of one’s desires, sure as hell cannot throw a curve ball so far off the tangent, that she not only missed it, but also was completely bowled over in a way that had her hurting in ways that could not be put in words.
Love, the bane of very existence, the boon of very existence, in its twisted form, raised its mocking head, to snap her backbone in the most painless way possible. The drug did not just take her spine out, it took her will. It deformed her, slowly. And now, when she looked at herself in the mirror, she saw nothing - not even a reflection of her self, not a shadow of her soul and certainly not even a reflection of solidity in front of it. For all she could see, it could have been an endless abyss.
How was she supposed to move past this emptiness?
DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional story. All the characters are fictional. The incident itself is a creation. Any resemblance to people or to the situations in the real world, is purely coincidental. --------------------------------------- “Let me drop you”, he said. “Not if you are the last one left on this earth”, she growled. His pride took a ride, yet the fear for her, overbearing every rationale. The terrorists are loose in the city and the thought of her life in danger, however remote the possibility caused him to swallow his ego and ask of her again, “Please…” “I would rather be within the touching distance of a suicide bomber”, she said. Turning her back to him, she walked away, muttering, “So typical of him to think I require him now, as though I have not survived without him. I do not need him to feel secure in my life. I am happy and perfect and ….” “Are you?”, her conscience questioned. “Yes” “Stop lying to yourself at least”, her conscience countered. “I am not”, she a...
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