“What is it?” I asked, my hushed voice breaking the deafening silence. She looked up and gazed deeply into my eyes with her glittering cobalt ones, dotted with sapphire specks. For a moment, I felt as if time had stopped, leaving me and her trapped in its abyss. “Don’t you know?” she asked in her faint voice, detachedly. Dropping her gaze, her bleeding hands continued to slide the shattered pieces around. Warm, crimson blood smeared the marble floor, her hands shook with every movement.
“Don’t!” agony and confusion pierced through my voice, “Don’t,” I croaked. Grief coursed through me, as my legs unable to stand no longer, gave out under me. She looked up at me once more, startling me with her wet eyes and trails of tears slipping down her alabaster face. “I can’t fix it,” she choked out, panic and fear clinging to every word spilt from her full, coral lips. “It’s okay. It’s alright,” I pulled her towards me, holding her thin body, trying to believe my own words. Wet, salty droplets fell from our eyes as we sat there hugging each other, giving each other strength and assurance.
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The blood I saw from the last time no longer sullied the beautiful marble floor. She wore the same dress from the last time, but no longer torn. Her golden ringlets, however, still lay in disarray on her back. Her hands, healing, held scars and scabs from the cuts. The broken shards were blunt and less threatening and her eyes held a different light, more optimistic from the last time. The broken pieces were half-fixed; parts unable to be mended scattered around.
“I’m not sure how to fix the rest,” she grins sheepishly. I laughed, loud and unrestrained, happiness bubbling out from me, “It’s alright, take your time.” She looked at me, assessing me, as if she was trying to figure out if I truly meant what I had said. Then she beamed, “Okay.” Relief streamed into my body, my eyes filled up with tears as hope saturated my being. “We’ll fix it,” I smiled a watery smile at her. Her fragile fingers brushed my tears away as she nodded. “What is it?” I asked once more. Her mouth dropped open. “You’re kidding, right?” she tittered nervously. I frowned, bewilderment filled me. She smiled wryly and shook her head. “You’ll see,” she said mysteriously, “You’ll see.”
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Her hair no longer in tangles, her hands no longer held those horrifying scars. Glass shards no longer covered the cool, stone floor. In its place lay an exquisite mirror that no words could ever describe the fullness of its beauty. “It’s done,” she let loose an excited laugh. “We managed to fix it after all!” Exhilaration reverberated in her voice. I giggled, echoing her enthusiasm.
Despite everything, confusion nagged within me. “You haven’t answered me, actually. What is it?” I gazed deep into her eyes, mystified by the magnificent mirror. She stared at me, gaping; stunned. “Don’t you know?” her jaw seemed to be incapable of closing. Silently, she took my hand and led me to the mirror, “What do you see?” she asked gently. I gasped, my hand reached out to touch the image before me, an image of me, smiling with the color high in my cheeks. “Me,” I breathe out, “Me!” I giggled delightfully.
She nodded, her curls bouncing in the light, “It’s us, just as we should be. When he left us, we didn’t think we could survive. But as time passed, we stood up again.” She smiled, “Love can tear you apart, but it also put you back together.”
Because when love breaks, love also heals.
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