ThexDreamer

Staring into the mirror once more, I know it's foolish, but I just needed to see you again, Because I'm about to let go. This time, though, the mirror allows me a bit of knowledge, Not knowledge of the future, but of myself. Looking back at me now, it's still you, But I'm not there this time. You're smiling at me, And it warms my cold heart ever so slightly. I realize that all I want is for you to be happy, With or without me, No matter how much pain it causes me. I smile back, and decide once and for all, I am going to wait. If we meet again, we can be together, But if you find someone else, Someone that makes you happier than I could, I'll

 One morning, I woke up with some sort of mark on my arm. It almost looked like a bite, but I couldn't think of when I might've been bitten. So I just pushed the thought to the back of my mind and went on as I normally would. Oddly, on that same day, everyone turned into some English guy I'd never seen before. Everyone except me, that is. Naturally, I hid. Fight or flight. Six billion of him and one of me. If he wanted to kill me, I wouldn't stand a chance. So I hid, hoping he wouldn't have to decide whether or not to kill me. And it worked. He never found me. Then something happened that caused everyone to change back. But I'd never forget

Staring into the mirror once more, I know it's foolish, but I just needed to see you again, Because I'm about to let go. This time, though, the mirror allows me a bit of knowledge, Not knowledge of the future, but of myself. Looking back at me now, it's still you, But I'm not there this time. You're smiling at me, And it warms my cold heart ever so slightly. I realize that all I want is for you to be happy, With or without me, No matter how much pain it causes me. I smile back, and decide once and for all, I am going to wait. If we meet again, we can be together, But if you find someone else, Someone that makes you happier than I could, I'll

 I finished the last few words of the book I was reading, then set it down on the table and went to my room to get dressed to take it back. I slipped on a plain black t-shirt then glanced at myself in the mirror. I had short, dark brown hair and brown eyes, and I had a little bit of stubble. Unless I decided to grow a beard, I'd need to shave soon, but I would do that later. Pushing the thought to the back of my mind, I went back into the living room, grabbed my book, and walked to the library. At the moment, I didn't really feel like talking. So instead of going inside, I just slipped my book into the book return and turned to head home. A