The glass mirror was cracked. And so was he, the man, the creature, that was peering into the glass. Armin could only sigh at what he had become. A monster. He had to kill her, for she wanted an end to her life, but he still felt like one. His hand was bloodied, the glass dropping onto the ground. He was only but a shattered glass fragment in this world of misery.
A quick word prompt. Thought I’d write something that may happen in Nothing to Lose. I’ll bring an update soon about Camp NaNoWriMo.
~Connor R. Ryan