Shattered

"I hate you."

"Say something."

"Answer me!"

She looked away from the eyes staring at her. They were hallow and dead, but the words they said hurt too much. A crack crossed them, separating the lifeless openings. The break was not her own, it belonged to the mirror. The reflection was a broken fragile thing, her image seemed to be the only substance keeping it together. Her breath fogged it's face and made the glass tremble, sure to shatter it.

She looked away again, her eyes searching for anything else. The mirror was the only thing left, the house was empty, left to rot.

She wished it had.

She rested her forehead against the dirty reflection, her twin matched her in staring at her crooked feet. The mirror moaned in protest, glass moved and shift, but held.

"I miss you."

She cried, the reflection did as well. It shared her memory.

"Come back to me."

The reflection reached for her, it's hand outstretched, she followed suit. They met in the cracks, fingertips pressing into the what was broken. Glass groaned and ground into her flesh.

She forced herself to meet it's eyes. Tears streaked the clouded glass, pain filled the void. The reflection smiled, it was sad. She felt his lips mimicking, misery forcing it be so.

The mirror gave way, unable to hold under the pressure. She let it, her heart falling within the pieces.

"I am sorry."