Mirror mirror

[Aldrid]

(Part one)

He stared back at himself trapped behind the glass, looking into tired eyes, ones that had been soft but were hard, and jaded. His heart felt heavy in his chest and he couldn't begin to know why he kept struggling, kept fighting when he bore a patchwork heart, stitched and sewn haphazardly together as if done by hands that shook and scrambled to desperately hold all the pieces -but some slipped through his fingers, so he had to make due with what he had left.

[Aldrid]

Sometimes he was reminded of what it had been like before when he had been whole, but it was never for very long, and anytime he came close to it the strings in his heart frayed. He remembered begging to be saved, but eventually he lost his voice. He went looking for hope, but his eyes began to fail him. So now all that was left was to live and struggle with this lack of purpose. It didn't matter if he could obtain anything because he had no heart for it. All he wanted was to be alive again.