I slid out of bed and rushed to the mirror. Nothing. I had hoped it would all have been a dream, but I was wrong. My reflection no longer existed. From now on a mirror would reflect everything but me. I no longer exist in the same realm as the rest of the world. I know now that I will never again see the sun. The night is my only companion.
Because of this, I cry. I drop to my knees and let the tears flow from my eyes. The blood tinged tears that stain the pale marble floor beneath my hands, its cool surface unable to penetrate my sorrow. Never again, I will never again see the light of the sun, or my reflection in a pool of still water. I am no longer alive. For this reason alone, I cry.
For an eternity my tears will flow, and there is no respite. Each death at my hand only brings more. For one who can no longer die, tears are the only true forgiveness.
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