*This is a Larry Stylinson fanfiction*
The mirror cracked from side to side,
Shattering, pattering, on the tide,
The shards fell down, down to the ocean floor,
What a shame that no one could help him anymore.
With the candles lit, and the lights off, the boy simply spun three times in front of the mirror.
The mirror cracks, and well, you know the rest.
A.N. The poem at the top was written by ME. :3 EVERYTHING IN THIS STORY BELONGS TO ME EXCEPT FOR ANY CELEBRITIES I USE AND ANY BLOODY MARY MYTHS I USE. I hope you enjoy it! :)