Shadows in the Mirror [1/7]| for in_vazn prompt table #3
He was special.
Excellent.
He was sure of it.
His umma said so every day when she picked him up from school and brought him t the SME building for training (he ignored the nostalgic glimmer in her eyes; that was for appa to worry about).
And of course, it couldn't be forgotten that he'd been picked by SM entertainment to be a talent, to be a star. (angel, they'd said; angels were special, right?)
He was special.
He was absolutely sure.
Everyone knew it (said it to himself every day in the mirror, in fact, every morning and every night before bed).
Special.
It was in his dreams.
Special.
Whispered on his lips.
Special, right?
The illusion broke with his voice the catalyst (oh how far the proud do fall).
He was troubled (worthless, nothing), set back too far, too fast.
Unspecial.
His voice cracked, strained.
Unspecial.
His dream was crushed.
Un-
Curiously enough, he thought (curled up on his bed at night, broken utterances dying on his lips), "unspecial" didn't feel that much different from what he was before.
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Okay, not that satisfied, but... well, this is what came out.
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