𝓶𝓲𝓻𝓻𝓸𝓻𝓼 🏹 [short story]

VI

"Just get a little closer, baby, let go"

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"I'm ready to let go"

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I threw my journal on the bed, sat up, wiped my eyes and made my way to the other side of the room.

There it was.
The mirror.
My mirror.
My worst enemy and yet my only hope.

And there he was.
The boy.
My boy.
My present and future saviour.

I still didn't know if he was real or not, I didn't care because I knew he'd save me. If not him, who else could?

I'll never forget his light blue eyes. They looked like two little shining diamonds, as cold as ice cubes.

My heart jumped when I suddenly heard him whisper:

"Jo, my dear, come, I'm waiting for you"

So I turned to look in the mirror.

He was always there.
He never left me.
He's the only one who never left me.

He moved his hand towards the mirror and so did I.
As our fingertips met, both of us smiled.

Is this what true happiness feels like? Knowing you're one step away from being rescued? Hoping this is the last time you'll feel a burden in your heart?

"Save me", I implored him.

"I will", he replied calmly. "You just have to close your eyes and do as I say."

"I'm ready", I said.