Broken Mirror Hard To Mend Novels & Stories

He helplessly closed his eyes pulling Denzel to his chest. ************ Win opened his eyes with a groan. His head was hammering. He tried to straighten up his hands and feet but couldn’t do it. He shut his eyes tightly before opening them again adjusting to the light. And then it all strike in his mind. It was like a reel rewinding.

I could feel it—its walls vibrating softly, its breath rising in the dust motes around me. And then—I stood. I knew where I needed to go. The mirror room. *** It was just as I remembered. Shattered glass still scattered the floor like frozen stars. The large mirror was gone—exploded in a curse-breaking storm. But along the far wall… stood a smaller one. Unbroken. Framed in tarnished silver. Covered with a thin sheet of white silk. My hands shook as I stepped forward. I hadn’t looked into a mirror since that night.

Iron and Ash The chamber tilted. A wind with no source curled around our ankles, nosed under our armor, tasted our spines. The black veins in the stone brightened, feeding light into the pedestal until the Mirror’s surface bloomed with starless shine. I could feel it hunting for a seam, a crack in us where its edge could slide and pry. It found me. Because I am where the seams are. I hold them, I make them, I mend them. Seam is another word for bond.

One of the mirrors was completely broken and was shattered into many pieces and could be found on different parts of the floor and sink. As I moved, the things crunched under my shoes making painful sounds. The other mirror was damaged as well but still in one piece with many cracks. The light in the bathroom was so dim and dark it took some time to adjust my vision but after every minute it would flicker. In the rear back there was a bathtub near the corner with a lot of black dried up in it. Now if it was blood or something else, I couldn’t tell and I had no interest either, there was a lot already on my mind that was making my head hurt.

’ I say as Edmond comes to sit beside me. ‘I love you mate’ I tell him as I stare up at him, right through his eyes. ‘I love you too a billion times’ he says as he devours my mouth. My life is so full now and I would never exchange this for nothing in the world. If there is one thing I have learnt, it is that nothing really is impossible because if a broken Pieces of a heart could be fixed, then everything can be fixed once you find the right people. The end.

“When the mirror has gap, there is a possibility that the mirror is two-way. It means that there might be the back of it can be seen by others from there to here.” “Hmmm… I have not thought of it.” Her eyes got curious. “Let’s see what it is in there.” “Like this.” I held the rim of the mirror side by side and pushed it gently and tried to raised it upward but it was quite heavy though so I decided not to continue. “This seems heavy, Yana.” “Why don’t we do this both?” Yana suggested. We held the mirror together and pulled it and it started to crack. “Amina, my goodness. The mirror gets cracked.” Yana exclaimed.

I open the bathroom's door and take a look inside the room and like i thought the mirror is now on the floor, he shattered it into pieces, just like he did to me. I sat down on the floor, my eyes fixated on the broken glass, i try to gather the pieces together to make it a whole but it didn't work. A tear trickle down my cheek as i realize that no matter how much i try to pull myself together, to glue the pieces, it won't work, i will stay broken, I will never be a whole again. **FLASHBACK** Few days ago.. I opened my eyes slowly, a yawn escaped my lips as i tiredly rubbed my eyes.

I'm gonna break the glass. " I'm sorry, Grandpa. I need to do this." I lifted my hands and broke the mirror with all the energy and strength I got inside me. The glass shattered with a loud noise. The crack in one mirror gone up and all the mirror in the room shattered at the same time. I held my hands over my head to protect myself from getting hurt from the mirror pieces.

The fragments of the mirror were sparkling on every part of the floor. She believed she was broken already. She really thought that burying that child was the limit of her strength. But she had no idea. She hadn’t even started to break. “I’ll see that it is,” I murmured, my voice hard. “I’ll see to it that Elara is the one who falls. Not me. Never me.” I put my cut hand to the mirror frame, smearing red across the wood. My own face stared back at me. “She will fall,” I repeated to myself in a low and firm tone.

“I’ve studied every decision. Every compromise. Every moment of doubt. I understand the cost of survival. And I don’t fear it.” Lena stepped closer. “What are you going to do?” “I’m going to fix it.” The mirror-Lena tilted her head. “No hesitation. No failure. I will do what you won’t.” Lena pulled the mirror shard from her pack. “Then prove you understand me. Prove you’re not just code.” She tossed it at the duplicate. The moment the shard connected, light surged between them. A resonance. And in that brief flash, Lena felt something—regret.