"Oh, yes. He looooooves you, doesn't he? Of course he does. It's easiest for him to love himself." Narcissus withered away into a flower as he gazed at his reflection, smitten by what he saw, forever lost in what he could never embrace. Every time he drew close, the water would ripple, distorting his beauty beyond all recognition.
no subject
A cautionary tale. A myth. A story.
The Mirror grins.
"Do you love him too?"