Lord give me strength

Monachopsis

Tw: Depersonalization 

He watches his reflection move, first a hand through his hair, then a hand forward. He watches his eyes scan his features, the way they flicker as his hand falls to his side. 

There's a weight in his chest, something that shouldn't be there. 

It isn't him in the mirror, isn't him staring back. They mimic his movements, but it isn't right. He stands there for a moment, just staring and they make no move, staring back at him.

He wonders if this was how he was intended. If there was a god, had he been made right? Built in there image? Did he have purpose? 

He can hear arguing from the other room, but everything seems distant, like he isn't quite there. He moves his hand once more, along his jaw. He wishes he could recognize the person staring back at him, but maybe it was better he couldn't.