Salam, don't freak out with what the character feels, keep on reading the story and you'll get it :)
He was sitting in his own room now, with his guitar in hand on which his name was printed in dark black shades. Tears were constantly rolling down his face.
It's not that he was insane or had gone psychologically ill. He was normal with all his senses working perfectly. The only thing that was creating chaos within him was his bruised soul, that was going wild like a frightened horse.
He tried to get up from the floor but his injured legs would not let him move, he made another painful effort and stooping on one of his leg tried to get up but that went in vain. He sighed, never had he been so helpless. Trying to make another attempt he repeated the steps with his other leg and this time he succeeded. Grabbing his guitar he stumbled towards the huge mirror that was erected on the wall in front of him. It was splendid, indeed, with its borders decorated with colored, gleaming gems. In it he could see a huge picture of a man with all his charms, that was placed on a wall just behind him. It was non other than him.
Something trickled down his cheek, blood, sweat, tears or maybe something we are unable to see. A thousand watt smile beamed his face in that picture, he seemed sprightly in it. He looked at himself dazed. Sometimes our past personalities can be so horrifying though they seem to look enchanting, that he had realized today, but oh! how late he was. How late we always get, whether it be a train to catch, a relationship to patch, an emotion to confess or a regret to be....fixed.
He shifted his gaze towards what he was now. What had brought him here? what is our purpose to live? why have we been given these lives?.
This mirror had never been like this before. It was never so harsh on him like this. It was always loyal, always praising. He hardly gulped and looked down on his guitar, strengthening his grip on it. It had been one of his companions in all the time he had spent in his career. It had seen all his happy and joyful moments of life, a life never really hard but....
All the voices from the past few days started to jumble up.
All of a sudden, the guitar in his hand came flying and blew up the mirror, turning it into a thousand pieces...
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Love is Faith (An Islamic love story) *completed*
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