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He wondered why no one saw the emptiness in his eyes. How his soul was empty and he was just a shell. He could feel the pain spilling out of his eyes, but no one else saw it. Weren’t eyes supposed to be the window to the soul? Or whatever beast had consumed his soul and now lived within him.

One morning, while looking in the mirror, he happened to glance into the reflection of his eye and saw the pitch dark hole within. He examined it wondering if it was so invisible that no one else saw it and continued to peer into it. Before he knew it was clawing at emptiness and falling into the darkness.

There are no mirrors in his house any more.

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