[ IP ] Reflection .

There he was, staring at me with that damned look on his face. It was obvious that he could see through me. All my imperfections and indiscretions were obvious to him and it infuriated me. Who was this man to judge me? I have never committed any acts or made any decisions that he would n't have in the same instances. Yet there he was, his judgement clearly obvious by the look he gave me. He must've known what I had done, what had happened to her. But what was I supposed to do? She pushed me too far. I had few options left and I chose the one I thought best. He had to understand that. Of course he would n't have, there would be no reprieve from his judgement. An anger rose within me. It grew, exponentially, until I could stand it no longer. I swung my clenched fist with all my might into the center of his face. Upon impact, his unblinking gaze fractured into hundreds of jagged edges, which fell promptly into the porcelain bowl of the sink. My reflection was no more, and my hand was covered in blood.
