The door snapped shut as I flicked the light on to the bathroom. I placed my palms on the sink counter as I gradually raised my head to face itself in the mirror. With each nanosecond I thought about what I would say when I saw It, what I would feel when I locked eyes. All of my prepared phrases vanished out of memory when I made eye contact with It.
I stared into the abyssal pupils of my enemy. I saw the hate, the fear, the reluctant tears that would refuse to fall. I saw the childish innocence lurking around the corners of the pupil, hiding from the light but still curious about it nonetheless. My knuckles grew white as I gripped the counter tighter and tighter with each passing second.
Memories ran through my mind, tripping over emotional branches. Causing pain, anger, sorrow, with each mistep. I slowly turned my gaze to the counter and wished to coat it with pieces of my forehead. To change the paint job from a marble stone white, to a crimson red. I chose not to, against every fiber of my willpower. I wished to shatter the mirror with my white-knuckled fist, to sever my throat from the torso, but I chose not to.
I threw another glare at my reflection, and saw the black flame inside the retina. The flame danced with itself in glee and horror. I saw it make a face, grinning at me, before disappearing back into the void of the eye. I sighed a breath of tears and rage, and let myself back out of the bathroom.
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