The Man in the Mirror

by Georgia Le Carre

I felt my heart soar as if it would fly out of my body. Wow! That was the moment I fell in love with the man in the mirror.

“I don't want you to pity me,” I said, a bite in my tone I had not intended. Her snort was incredulous. She wiped her eyes with the back of her sleeves. “It’s not pity. I’m just angry, that you had to go through all of this without me by your side.”

She couldn’t be real … That was all I could think, but in that moment I didn’t want her to be. I wanted to believe that she was this angel that I could love and she would love me back and we would live together happily ever after. I could feel my control of the situation and myself slipping, and it was too much to handle. It was real.

“You were made for me,” he swore. “No one else. You’re mine, Charlotte Conrad. I swear it you’re mine. And one day you’ll carry my name too.”

“You were not really mine and I was put in my place.” He took a step towards me. “You’re mine,” he said harshly. “If you didn’t want to be then you shouldn’t have worked your way into my heart in the first place. But as you did, I’m not letting you go.”

“Thank you,” I said, the tears falling silently past my scars. She put her hand out to wipe them away, the warmth of her touch on my face that had once chased away the cold felt like silk. “I love you with all of my heart.”