My eyes open to see a timeless sky filled with colors unfamiliar to me. How clear and free it feels. I turn my head to see a figure next to me. I bring my sight into focus.
Golden eyes that shine and are deep as the sea; stare back at me. I sit up to see him more clearly. His hair is velvet red as crimson. He smiles and it moves my entire being. I touch his enchanting face and sigh. “This wonderful prison called love.”
As this scene fades away, I stare at a cracked mirror and blood runs down my mouth. A small vial slips out my hand as a few mirror pieces continue to crash onto the wooden floor. I begin to form a real smile as I see him behind me, embracing me. Showing me that beautiful world around him, my mask beings to break and falls off. I can finally see my real face in the reflection. How beautiful I really am. I fall from this broken world and soar into his. I finally discovered freedom in his exquisite embrace.
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