My eyes were my favorite thing about me–even the people around me. They said that my eyes were the most beautiful part of me as they expressed my emotions, my feelings, and my life.
They said that my eyes twinkle whenever I’m happy, it look sad whenever I am sad and it look soft whenever I’m okay. They said that it was their favorite thing about me.
They said that my eyes were one of my most important treasures, but why don’t I see those adjectives as I stare at my eyes at this broken mirror right now?
Why can’t I see the so-called life and happiness they saw in my eyes? I see nothing now but emptiness and loneliness.
They said that my eyes express my emotions and feelings, but why can’t I see any of those emotions or feelings in my eyes now?
I don’t see any grasp of emotions or life in my eyes. My eyes lost its spark. It was so empty that I almost couldn’t recognize it.
My eyes stared back from the cracked mirror, not sparkling, but empty. The happy times, the laughter lines, were gone. Was it sadness? A big loss? Or something worse, like slowly losing myself?
I touched the lines around my eyes, remembering smiles I couldn’t feel anymore. Each touch felt wrong like I was betraying my old self. Had I run out of tears? Was my heart empty? Or was something broken inside me, leaving my eyes like empty shells? The mirror didn’t answer. It just showed me a stranger. How do I get back to the person whose eyes once shone? How do I find my light again?
At times, a flicker would appear—a ghost of a smile, a fleeting memory of warmth—only to be swallowed by the emptiness. These glimpses intensified the pain, serving as a cruel reminder of what I had lost.
It all started subtly, with a gradual fading, a slow dimming of the light. Then came the event that shattered everything. I couldn’t bring myself to remember the details; the pain was too sharp, the memories too raw. Yet, the emptiness in my eyes remained a constant, tangible reminder of its impact—a scar etched onto my soul.
The vibrant colors of my past felt like a distant dream, a world I could no longer access, a world stolen by the event I struggled to grasp.
