A venetian chandelier splendidly illuminated the room with reverberant venezuelan waltz playing in the background. Slivers of the broken mirror laid dead on the porcelain tiles. The pungent smell of rustic wood tinged with blood and spilled wine filled his nose. Driplets of blood were dripping profusely from his bleeding palm as he stood stupefied, with a piece of the shattered mirror in his grasp. Overwhelmed by jealousy, his mind was obscured. His heart, only saturated with guilt and remorse. Vague memories of the two remained for reminiscence. Driven by guilt, he is bound to lead a solitary life. A prison crafted by his very own mind.
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