''I'm tired'', she spoke out loud in her room filled with mirrors. ''I'm tired of every mirror showing who I was, am, and will be'', she groaned.
''Hell, I'm sick of not finding freedom, not being able to have full control of my own life. Own those little, cold, veiny hands and create everything from scratch, on my own. I'm sick of living in a world where sometimes love is not enough and sometimes love is too much. I'm sick of it. I'm tired of being a complicated person.''
She looked at one of the mirrors and pointed at the reflection in front of her - a smaller, fat version of herself, with fuller cheeks and thinners lips, was standing cross-armed. ''You,'' she murmured, ''you were so happy. What happened? What destroyed you?''
The reflection shed a tear in front of her and whined softly.
''I lost so many people. I wasn't shown or taught how to show love and appreciation. I lost friends. I gained fake friends and let them go. I was forced to do stuff I did not enjoy. I wasn't allowed to bloom freely. What are you doing now, you?'
She sighed. ''Crying., Wondering. Questioning everything...'' She looked down and frowned. ''I've got a lover now...''
''Is he cute?'' the reflection asked, suddenly paying more interest to the topic. She'd always wished to find love.
''Yes, he's the cutest...'' She murmured and smiled to herself, recalling the sweet, angelic face of her lover.
''Is her worth it?''
''He is. He brings me some sort of peace in my life. He's always been by my side even if we've had ups and downs.''
''Well that's great, isn't it?'' the reflection giggled. ''So what's the problem? What's missing?''
''Freedom'', she answered shortly. ''The freedom to love him the way I should and the way he's supposed to be loved, without boundaries...''
''So what's stopping you?'' the reflection came closer to the sad, brown-eyed girl.
''My roots'', she sighed, remembering all the endless arguments and discussions. ''They want me to do something else than what I actually feel.''
''Can't you escape them?''
''I'm trying, you know... I really am. But it sometimes feels like I am tied with an elastic and I always go back to the start line...''
''But you were always so careless 'bout rules...Can't you break some for your own love?'' the reflection asked, her eyes in pure surprise.
''Oh, Lord knows how many rules I've broken for him...But we deserve each other. We have this kind of connection that I've never felt before. It's crazy.''
''No, it's wonderful. You just keep forgetting that you've been dreaming about this kind of love since you were little. Remember?''
She nodded, yet remained speechless.
''The kind of person to challenge you, open your eyes, support you, love you, fight for you, protect you...And, above all, be true to you. Do you remember when you wished for that?''
''I do. I do.''
''Then fight for him. It's your young love, not anyone else's. You do what you feel, dear. Just like you've previously done.''
''But sometimes it gets me nowhere,'' she frowned.
''So what? Try again. The girl I knew always fought for what she believed in.''
She sat back in her bed as soon as the reflection stepped away from the mirror with a little wave. She sighed. The other side was right. She was right.
And as she closed her eyes, she let her mind slip away into the Neverland and dream of a much, much better place, with her lover beside her, knowing she was safe.