"for all i know,
the best is over
and the worst is yet to come"
~~~
hayley watched taylor pace around his living room. she could sense his soul was restless.
she'd brought alf with her, and he sniffed around the room eagerly; he stayed well away from the thousands of tiny sharp mirror shards, swept into a corner but not ever tidied away. the mirror frame, still containing a few jagged pieces of glass, was still hanging on the wall. to hayley, it felt like a ghostly reminder of everything that had happened since she broke not one but two mirrors. still, she could appreciate the poetic value for what it was worth, and had no intentions of taylor not erasing every sign of the mirror's existence the way she would if she was him. that was one of many things that stopped them from being the same person, she supposed.
"what's wrong?" she asked taylor wearily. he flopped onto the same spot on the sofa he always took, no matter who was visiting. this was one of the many tiny things hayley loved about him.
searching for another, her eyes wandered to the symbol on his left wrist. the paramore symbol; three lines for the three members they'd had at the time. she looked down at her own identical one, and allowed herself to find comfort in the fact that even though they were separate people, in many ways they were also the same; bound by the same people, memories and sounds.
"uh, come again?" said taylor after a moments, dragging hayley out of her own thoughts.
"i said, what's wrong," she repeated patiently.
he shifted uncomfortably in his seat before answering.
"i just... i feel like." he took a few more moments to find the words. "i feel like... for all i know. the best is over, and the worst is yet to come. i hurt."
hayley had no words for him, because that was just how she felt too.
she held out her arms to him and the two of them held on tight;
they were each other's only anchors in a rapidly sinking world.
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mirrors (paramore)
General Fiction"fuck it. seven years' bad luck," hayley yells, bringing the bottle crashing down onto the reflective glass of the mirror and shattering it. "nothing could be worse than this." she was wrong. (set post-self titled era; lowercase intended)
