Fight This

Ru felt soft touches on either side of his arms. The touch was so warm that the pile of bad memories lifted instantly. Sparkles rained down on his mirror.

"Wh-who are you?" he asked, too afraid to turn and look.

A hand reached over his shoulder, pointing at the mirror. "Look," it seemed to say.

Hesitantly, Ru turned his gaze back to the mirror and saw the golden cage again. He was sitting on a bird swing, smiling.

"Ah, I love myself," he whispered. Then, clenching his teeth, he added softly, "Despite everything."

The Ru on the swing shook his head and stretched out his hand, humming a tune.

"Oh, my beautiful voice," Ru lamented, feeling deeply, extremely sad.

His head hung low, unable to stop the tears streaming down his face. He sniffled and sobbed. At that moment, the touch returned, and the hand pointed to the mirror again.