Her tall slender figure, hazel eyes and that brown, highlighted section of hair, covering the outermost part of her bun made her look so cute. Oh! My head is going blank and I am unable to forget her. The thick, winged eyeliner would make her eyes so attractive. Everytime she appeared in front of me, she would steal my heart away.
We were friends since childhood. I have watched that cute little chubby girl grow up into a charming teenage girl, captivating everyone's hearts and hypnotizing hundreds of boys with her magnetic eyes and mesmerizing beauty.
I was never meant to become hers. It was just not possible. I realised this when her boyfriend came to meet her. He was taller than her and was handsome like a prince. I felt that I was nothing in front of him. She deserved a guy who was as smart as her chosen boyfriend. He was a specimen of living beauty. And me? I was just a stupid non living thing, stuck and restrained at just one place, made only to keep getting broken. I was so fragile and her boyfriend was so strong. His abs, his muscles, his arms---He was as attractive as her.
I didn't know he was her boyfriend until the day when he kissed her so passionately. I was getting killed inside, burning with jealousy. Somewhere inside, I was attached to her. I had strong feelings for her. I was crying there in front of them, but I didn't have voice. I could not be heard by anyone! I was an inanimate object...objects don't have voice!
I was getting jealous but soon, I convinced my broken heart and I started finding my happiness in her happiness. It was so difficult---everytime she was alone at house, her boyfriend would come and they would play, laugh and enjoy so much... Kissing, hugging and---*swallows the knot of tears formed in my throat* Ah. And getting intimate, touching each other and gazing into each other's eyes with love and smile adorning their faces. The moans of her pleasure as they melted into each other was ripping my heart apart. It was difficult for me to control myself, but I knew I wasn't made for her.
And today I am remembering all those moments ... starting from her childhood to her adolescense. Her boyfriend shouldn't have broken up with her. I don't know the reason for their break up, but I do know one thing, that their break up made her so angry that she banged her head over me. I was fragile and I broke on that hard banging of her forehead. She was lying unconscious in front of me, forehead bleeding because of my jagged pieces, piercing through her skin. Streams of blood trickled down the edge of her face and she fell unconscious instantly.
I was stuck on the wall, helplessly watching my sweetheart collapse, right in front of me. Though I wasn't the reason for her urge to bang her head upon me, but I still felt guilty. It was because of my broken fragments that she was bleeding so much.
After some time, her family came inside her room and took her unconscious body away from me. I was still there, bolted on the wall... Broken... Half-alive. Yesterday, she was brought back to home, with bandages wrapped around her forehead. Now that I am all broken, I have become a futile element to be thrown in the trash bin. The maid is sweeping away my shattered glass pieces that are lying there over the glassy floor, and two men are unbolting me from the wall. The large void on the wall, will now be replaced with another large-sized mirror or maybe a big painting---who knows?
THE END
This was just a fictious story in which the mirror falls in love with a human girl. Some love stories are bound to get broken and shattered like a mirror.
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