My hands find their way to her face, tracing the lines of her precise jaws, my thumb lightly brushing over her lips.

My hands feel nothing. She is cold and me, numb.

I smile. She smiles back, crinkling her eyes in joy.

As I extend my hands to reach out to her, she mirrors my move, but there's always the glass window between us, the obstacle.

She's my obsession. I pine for her. People think I've gone nuts. My parents have taken me to a mental health specialist. No one could diagnose my disease.

I don't eat, I don't sleep. I sit day after day, staring at her. She waits for me too. Dark lines are forming under her eyes and her face looks ghostly pale.

'Eat,' I try to say to her. 'Don't punish yourself. I'll find a way to get to you.'

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One day it gets too much. I bring a hammer and aim.

Wham!

The glass breaks into millions of tiny shards and shatters, spraying the floor.

She's gone. My love isn't there on the other side of the glass.

Shaking with horror, I gather one glass piece of the broken mirror and slice my wrist.

199 words completed. Written for the challenge by MicroBytes and Romance

A/N This story is based on Narcissist love. Hope you've all heard the story of how Narcissus fell in love with his own reflection in the water and died of thirst. This is a classical self love to the greatest extreme.