She was stuck in an endless loop, more like a room maybe.
She felt suffocated, for the room was overcrowded
yet, the only one containing it was her.
The room was surrounded by mirrors,
forcing her to stare at her reflection in every direction she looked.
She was forced to judge herself,
for the mirrors in the room allowed her to see nothing but her flaws.
She felt the judgment echo in her ears,
as if someone were screaming at her to wake up.
The sound got louder, until she couldn't even hear herself anymore.
She began to scream too then, trying to compete with the Ecco.
But the mirrors had cornered her, and so did her flaws.
She tried to fight the current that pulled her in,
but as she raised her head one more time, she lost her last breath,
for she couldn't swim anymore.
It over came her self-belief, causing her to drown.
Some could say the mirrors caused her death,
but the truth is,
her own self judgement was what took her last breath away.

As the words came out my mouth and in to his ear, I could notice how his gentle smile was slowly exchanged with a blank expression. His eyes were now pointed to the floor, as if he were ashamed of something. I looked away while saying my last few words. When I finished, we both stared at the ground, nothing to say.We sat there for a period of time that felt like forever, our looks completely opposite each other. The memories of us flashed before my eyes then. Every moment we shared together. I didn't dare break the silence; for I was too afraid of what would follow.We sat there for a while longer, our eyes still staring at the ground beneath us. I was trying to imagine what was going on in his mind, His beautiful mind.Yet no matter how hard I tried I couldn't find the answer to my question. I couldn't understand it. No. Of course I couldn't. The silence began to appear deafening to me, for now I couldn't hear anything besides my own thoughts. I felt like my mind was about to malfunction from my overuse, yet I was holding onto the only sound I could hear.I looked over at him. He was looking down with the blank expression still on his face, as if he hadn't moved a centimeter from the moment I looked away. Even as I looked at him I couldn't know what he was thinking. I wanted to break the silence now, but couldn't. As a women of many words, I rarely faced moments in which I had nothing to say, and for one of the first times in my life, I was entirely speechless.I was terrified of what he was going to say, yet it didn't seem like words were going to come out of his mouth any time soon.But when I least expected it, he opened his lips separated from one another, and words began to flow out. Just when the silence broke I began to miss it. I missed the peacefulness of no sound going through my ears. I missed the ability to concentrate only on my thoughts. I missed the kind of still weather that had surrendered us both just before the storm hit. And when he finished his last few words, I started to miss him too.