hexmarkour
I stared at that despicable, disgusting coward. He stood before me, facing me fully, and studied my stature. I studied his as well. "Coward..." I muttered. His face became saddened, his gaze towards the floor. He bit his trembling lip. "Look how pathetic you are, crying. You can't face him," I repeated, my lip trembling as well. I couldn't help it then, I collapsed forward, falling to him, my fingertips gripping the mirror. I sobbed, he sobbed, the illusion was broken. I was alone again in my room, scorning merely myself.