Mirror.

*disclaimer, contents of this post might be uncomfortable for some to read*

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Today, I shall tell you a story about a boy, and his name is Ein.

Ein was a boy, not too young not too old. what was peculiar about this boy was that he was unusually quiet for his age, always in his own thoughts, in his own world. Unaware or the things happening around him, he was not too bright, neither was he too dumb.

To this boy, life had been unusually kind to him. Sheltering him from the hardships that life brought about to the countless children without absent parents, or financial struggles, Ein did not have to worry if he would have to skip his meal over the lack of food. Ein never had a shortage of clothes to wear, since you see, his parents dealt in the business of clothing.

But there was something different about Ein. Ein always thought that the world revolved around him, like the World was a cinema, and the 7 billion people in it, his backup dancers, secondary characters, story fillers, comedic reliefs and of course, villains, and heroines.

Needless to say, Ein never had any friends.

The ones that he had, he grew apart from due to his lack of relatability with them. He pushed people away since he never thought he was worthy of care and love from people. You see, Ein was the odd one out, misunderstood, and hence usually left alone. on the rare occasions when people showed them their affection, Ein wanted to run away, since you see, he never knew how to reciprocate.

“what Do I say? what do I do in return? is he lying, making fun of me? is this love out of pity? I find it hard to believe that she likes me. what is there to be liked in me?.” Ein desperately wanted to be loved, but never could accept being loved. it felt so unnatural, so uneasy. this was what he wanted, then why was it so hard?

well, it was as they say, the only way man can be stagnant is if he is dead. Ein figured out early in life, that it was hard if not impossible to find him a partner, in love or in friendship. so he did what Ein always does. He figured out a way to be happy in his present circumstances. Ein became a secondary character in his own film called life. Ein was there when someone needed a shoulder to rely on when times got tough.

Ein was always there when he could, because he derived his happiness by being useful in someone’s need. Ein regularly donated blood more often than one should, so that his physical body would be of use even when he himself could not be. He emptied his cupboards to the destitute on a sudden whim. He went on to love the mentally insane and the rabid because he felt that no one would. This gave Ein happiness.

Of course, the rational mind might hear this story to exclaim, that this Ein was Don Quixote, if there ever was a Don Quixote in real life. he acted on impulse, an impractical fantasist. unfit for this world, a lamb waiting for slaughter.

Ein, the lamb; Humanity, the Butcher.

well, nowadays no one really knows what Ein does. Ein prefers to be the side character of his story, a comedic relief to some, a jester to some, and a lamb to some; hoping that maybe someday everyone would prefer to be the side characters to their own stories, so no one would ever need to be the main character just to feel loved and appreciated.