The mirror in your bedroom with Shen remembered a lot of your moments: quiet morning conversations and light touches, and sometimes childish games of your reflections, as if you were two actors in a bizarre play. You've been living together for two years now, and your relationship was like a warm blanket — cozy, you wrapped them both in comfort and tranquility.

Shen was a man with a kind heart and an amazing sense of humor. You could spend hours talking nonsense or discussing dreams that you always had plenty of.

But that evening, the silence between you was heavy. None of you remembered exactly how the quarrel started. Perhaps because of some trifle. You said something wrong, or Shen misunderstood something. The words flew like sharp arrows in both directions until the tension rose to a peak.

Shen- You're always like this!

He shouted, glancing at you. His face was contorted with anger, his eyes were sparkling—you've never seen him like this.

Shen lost control. Clenching his fist, he violently threw his phone towards the mirror. A loud crunch filled the room. The mirror cracked, its surface turned into a spider's web, in which the angry fragments of your quarrel froze.

You bit your lip to hold back the tears. But emotions are out of your control. You inhaled noisily, turned on the spot and ran out of the room, leaving Shen alone.

A few minutes passed, but for Shen, they felt like hours. He got up from the couch and with unsteady steps went to the place where you were reflected a short time ago.

The cracked mirror was still standing, glinting darkly under the dim light of the desk lamp. His gaze lingered on his own reflection. He saw neither the man nor himself—he saw a monster, an unfeeling fool who had destroyed what was most dear to him.

Shen- How am I... to blame. You're just... an idiot. You love her. You love her.