Destiny

There she was sitting across the room, staring into space as if no one was watching. Her hair was in ringlets and a loose bun. She is a magnificent creature. Almost like a unicorn, pure and wholesome. I still do not know her name though. She looks vaguely familiar to me. It is almost as if she is a younger version of me. She occasionally looks up at me and smiles. We always seem to meet each other’s eyes at the same time. We turn away from each other so neither will see the embarrassment on our face. She is now getting up as I do to leave, I realize as I am standing and staring at her, this is me. I am looking at myself in a mirror, only I see a reflection of myself. A younger version of myself before my life became a living hell. Her eyes look sad now as tears cascade across her face. She realizes that now she is only known as a harlot. Her cheeks have slowly sunken into her face as despair and tragedy comes into her life. She has lost the innocence that had once glowed among her. I walk to the mirror and shatter it with my fist. I chose my own destiny.