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I'm sitting across from you at the long ebony table.

You're crying.

You're complaining.

Complaining about how much pain you're in.

About how much you want it to end.

In my world, we can't feel these things.

Striving for the best costs us many sacrifices.

You continued to cry.

My ears felt as if they were bleeding.

I slammed my hands on the sturdy table as I stood up.

The dark room fell silent.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

I'll drive the car now.

I'm in control.

I took long strides advancing to your sitting figure.

Soon, we were forehead to forehead.

Nose to Nose.

My hands gripped your hips.

They soon trailed up your stomach and forcefully trailed across your chest but their journey isn't over yet.

They dragged up until they had a strong grip onto your neck.

The silent room was quickly replaced with the sounds of deprivation and desperation of oxygen.

Your tiny hands attempted to fight mine.

It seemed like forever but you were fading.

Limp.

Your body went limp.

I hate your voice.

I hate your weakness.

I hate you.

My hands let go as your body fell to the floor.

There was a soft voice behind me in the doorway.

"You know, it's never going to work."

You're right.

You'll never be gone.

Why?

Because you are my reflection, we're the same but yet we're the opposite.

Because I am you.

And you are me.

Art:

Chamber of Reflection