Serena's once-pristine room now looked like the aftermath of a storm. Sheets were shredded, claw marks marred the metallic walls, and shattered objects lay scattered across the floor. The mirror, once a flawless reflection of her world, now lay in pieces, its fragments glinting like tiny, mocking stars beneath the dim, flickering light.
And in the center of it all—Serena sat.
Her knees were drawn to her chest, her hair wild and tangled, her body trembling from exhaustion. Her fingers curled tightly against her arms, smudged with streaks of red from where she had gripped herself too hard, trying to hold everything together.
But nothing compared to the agony consuming her mind.
"Did I… disgust him?"
"Was I not enough?"
"Did he regret ever touching me?"
Tears welled up in her eyes, hot and relentless. Her throat burned from hours of screaming.
Her hands clutched at her chest, as though trying to physically hold her heart together.
"Why did you leave me?"
Her voice cracked, barely a whisper, barely human.
The room felt suffocating. The silence felt like an execution. And her mind—her cruel, torturous mind—kept replaying the same questions.
"Did he ever love me?"
"Was he pretending?"
"Was I just… something temporary?"
Her body convulsed with silent sobs.
Her hands curled into fists against her thighs, shaking with an unbearable truth she didn't want to face.
"I wasn't enough for him."
Her mind pulled her back to that night.
The night she had given herself to Blaze completely, without hesitation.
She had whispered his name against his lips. She had felt the warmth of his touch, his hands exploring her, his breath fanning against her skin. Twelve rounds.
She had loved him with everything she had.
"I'll never leave you, Serena."
"I'll marry you after the championship ends."
Words that now felt like a cruel joke.
"Liar…" she gasped, pressing her forehead against her knees.
Her breath quickened, her chest rising and falling in rapid, uneven beats.
Did he… did he ever truly want her?
Was it love?
Or was it just a fleeting moment of desire?
Her hands trembled violently as she stumbled to her feet, her bare feet stepping over broken glass. Her reflection stared back at her from the fractured mirror.
She barely recognized herself.
Eyes swollen.
Lips trembling.
A girl destroyed.
Her fingers hovered over her reflection, tracing the face of the woman Blaze had once held.
"Did you hate touching me?"
The thought made her stomach turn.
Her breath hitched, a broken sound leaving her lips.
"Did I repulse you, Blaze?"
Her shoulders shook as she backed away from the mirror, her arms wrapping around herself as though trying to protect something already shattered.
"Was I not enough?"
She had given him everything—her love, her body, her soul.
And still… he had left.
The Descent Into Madness
A hollow, breathless laugh escaped her lips.
It wasn't a sound of amusement—it was the sound of someone cracking apart.
Her hands found her arms, gripping them tightly, digging her nails into her skin—not to wound, but to ground herself, to feel something real.
Because everything else felt unreal.
"You didn't love me… did you?"
The words left her lips before she could stop them.
And that realization—the one truth she feared the most—finally crushed her.
Her body buckled, her knees hitting the cold floor as an earth-shattering sob tore from her throat.
Her hands clutched at her head, fingers digging into her scalp as if she could rip the thoughts out.
"I gave you everything!!"
"My heart!! My love!! My soul!!"
Her screams echoed through the empty room, bouncing off the walls like ghosts of her pain.
"AND YOU STILL LEFT ME!!"
Her voice cracked into silence.
The sobs wouldn't stop.
She curled into herself, her body trembling with pure, raw grief.
"Come back… please…"
Her skin was drenched not just in tears but in the cold sweat of pure suffering. Her breath turned ragged, shallow, erratic like a woman on the verge of death.
"You didn't enjoy it… did you?"
Her voice cracked—hoarse, lifeless, almost unrecognizable.
She curled into herself, arms wrapping around her own shaking body, but there was no warmth, no comfort.
"You didn't enjoy my body…" she choked.
"You didn't enjoy our night…"
"You were just pretending to love me…"
Her face twisted—a monstrous contortion of rage, despair, and pure self-hatred.
Her mind turned against her, flashing images of that night—his touch, his lips, his whispered promises.
But now, every moment felt like a lie.
"You LIED to me!!"
Her voice morphed into something demonic, fueled by unimaginable heartbreak.
And then—her eyes snapped to the mirror.
The Mockery of Reflection
A reflection stared back at her.
A woman destroyed.
Bloodshot eyes.
Lips trembling.
A face warped by sorrow and rage.
But she didn't see herself.
She saw Blaze's face.
Not the way he used to look at her with warmth.
No.
In the reflection, Blaze's crimson eyes burned with disgust.
Her breath hitched violently.
"You lied when you said I was beautiful…" she hissed through clenched teeth.
Her hands shook violently, fresh tears blurring her vision.
"You lied when you said you loved my crimson eyes…"
The mirror warped.
She swore she saw him laughing at her.
Mocking her.
Her body convulsed, her chest heaving with ragged sobs.
"You lied when you promised you'd never leave me…"
And then—her sorrow exploded into rage.
"LIAR!!!!!"
The scream ripped from her throat like a banshee's wail.
Her hands moved on instinct—clawing at herself, dragging her nails across her own skin.
A sharp sting blossomed across her chest—but it was nothing compared to the agony tearing her apart inside.
Her nails sank deeper, long streaks of red marking her pale skin.
"I'M NOT BEAUTIFUL, AM I?!" she howled, her voice twisting into something broken.
The sting was nothing.
The pain was nothing.
Not compared to the voice in her head—whispering over and over.
"HE NEVER LOVED YOU."
"HE HATED YOUR BODY."
"YOU WERE NEVER ENOUGH."
Her fingers curled into her scalp, yanking at her hair.
"THAT'S WHY YOU LEFT ME!!"
The thoughts wouldn't stop.
Visions of Blaze's disgusted face haunted her.
Her body shook violently as her knees scraped against the floor—but she didn't care.
She wanted to suffer.
She deserved to suffer.
"I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING!!" she wailed. "MY BODY!! MY LOVE!! MY HEART!!"
Her fingers pressed into her stomach, her sides, her arms—searching for flaws.
"AND YOU TOOK IT AND LEFT ME LIKE I WAS NOTHING!!"
She collapsed forward, pressing her forehead against the freezing floor.
Tears and sweat dripped onto the metal beneath her, mixing with the thin streaks of red she had drawn across her own skin.
Her body convulsed.
Her voice shrank into something small.
"I'm worthless…" she whispered.
"I'm disgusting…"
"I'm not enough for anyone…"
And then—the most soul-crushing realization struck her like a blade through the heart.
"He didn't love me. He only pretended."
Her mouth opened—but no scream came.
Nothing.
Just a soundless, guttural sob.
Her body shook violently.
Her vision blurred.
"Maybe if my body was different…" she gasped.
"Maybe if I was softer… or curvier…"
"Maybe if I didn't look like this… he would have stayed."
Her trembling hands latched onto her own chest, gripping, squeezing—
As if she could reshape herself.
As if she could change the body he abandoned.
"My chest is small… isn't it?" she whimpered.
"My waist isn't curvy enough…"
Her fingernails dug deep into her flesh—desperate. Desperate to change.
"You HATED my touch, didn't you?!"
Her own words broke her.
"YOU LIED WHEN YOU HELD ME THAT NIGHT!!"
"YOU NEVER LOVED ME!!"
"YOU PRETENDED TO ENJOY MY BODY!!"
And then—
her mind finally snapped.
A scream tore from her throat, raw and unfiltered, a scream that did not belong to a person anymore—but to something consumed by despair.
The room blurred, spun, darkened.
Her body shook violently, collapsing onto the floor.
And in that final moment, as her sobs choked her breath away, one final thought whispered through her breaking mind:
"I was never enough for him."
And then—darkness.