Girl in the Mirror
...s shouting was her only way to release her wretchedness and dejection. She stooped her head and cuddled her shivering body. Loneliness was besieging her fragile heart. I really wished there was something I could do for her. I tried to tell her that the sense of loneliness would fade if she dried her tears and the true love would catch her like before. But when she looked back at me with her grieving and distressing eyes, I realized that it was easier to say than do for her to suppress her feelings. She was smashed up under this serious distress. There was no way she could have control herself and her feelings. She started throwing objects within her grasp out the window mindlessly. My mirror was smashed into pieces just like the girl’s heart. Pieces were scattered on my wet dress and my naked feet. When I looked back into that broken mirror, I was shocked to believe but realized that the glaring image in the mirror is myself. Love was everything that I had dreamed for and it what sooths me to my every night sleep. Instead of providing the usual comfort, this love hurt me deeply down into my heart. The pain I suffered from this tragic lost feels like my heart was puncture by a thousand needles. I walked back home along the long pathway alone. The rain lashed onto my shoulder and soaked my dress. I retraced again the scene that I got hurt from my love. I stood in the rain shiveringly. Tears welled up in my eyes mixed with rainwater shed on my face. I came to realize that my dream was over. I entered my gloomy room bare footed and loo...