whether it was the tangled shards falling helplessly to the floor, or the excuse of bad luck for seven years didnt matter much. her laugh shattered the silence in the other room, a social service was gifted. her friends quickly picked up the trail of hilarity and found her alone in the room with the shattered oval mirror.

" what happened?!"

“nothing! for once it was just a peace, and now its in pieces.”

“that mirror was a gift from my aunt.”

“thank you”

“no, i meant to me!”

“oh, it always seemed so lifeless, and forgotten- i took it off the wall for a moment, and it just slipped.”

“lifeless? its a friggin mirror. have you been keeping up with your meds”

“Ha,Ha”

“i guess not, could you at least clean up this mess?”

“sure”