Standing before me with a stream of crimson leaking, dripping from your fists.
Our reflection in shambles.
Your eyes once brown now drowning in a deep blueness.
I'm sorry.
You aimed for me. I tried to fight but instead I let us suffer the blow.
I'm sorry.
My reflection trying to desperately reattached what's surely broken for good.
I can't try nor will I.
I'm sorry.
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