[Poem]

Mirror mirror,

On the wall,

Mirror mirror,

I will stall

Party party,

It must wait,

Party party,

I'll be late,

A home a home,

Where I'll stay,

A home a home,

Where's the way,

The night was as depressing as usual. Having to listen to Rodrick explain why his father's side of the family has demonic features only because of a curse, and that's why he was still allowed into the academy still just reads out as elf privilege to me. I know that even if he didn't have those sexy demon eyes, he's still too much of a moron to have gotten into the academy. His Dad is the only reason this kid has or does anything. And don't think I'm attracted to him, he won't shut up about how those eyes are just soooo fucking alluring to the chicks, those are his words. Alluring sounds like the back description of a fishing lure:

"Fish are harder to come by these days, and sometimes you need that extra bit of alluring help."

'To catch a fish is to live a life' - John Balsom Jr.

Anway, enough about him, where the fuck are we? The answer should be a bar, the most popular bar in town, but the owner thought it would be a great idea to share his new alcohol free life-style with the community. A community who sadly still drinks. So instead of selling alcohol to everyone, we sell coffee to no one. But the pay is great, and all I have to do is listen to some moron for a few hours each night.

Until this fucking lunatic came in.

We all had heard about nymphs and all the different kinds or whatever but most of the time a huge majority go with the option of turning into a human permanently and living with them forever. But sometimes you get these jackasses who don't and just stay around here to cause trouble like this guy. And this guy didn't say a word, he barged in banging the door open gave a long look over the whole place as he walked his way over and tapped his middle finger on the bar like he was asking for another card. "Hit me" I could see in his eyes, but it wasn't confident, he could see he was the only person in the bar. But he was far too focused on looking cool and being totally and utterly 'regular' to allow his worries to surface.

"Sorry pal, we don't serve alcohol no more, only coffee now"

He gave that blank non-reaction that people, who know exactly what's happening, give when they find out the thing they want is impossible. He stood there, resting just his arm on the bar, he never even got fully comfortable. He turns to go, and as he turns his body towards the door he sees Rodrick and shoots him a look of: "I hate you." Rodrick melts to the floor and starts twitching and I want to go to him immediately, but I wait for the nymph to leave.

I'm down on the floor hugging him as the door squeaks shut.

"Hey it's ok, he doesn't even know you, he's just mad he didn't get his drink."

"Why did he have to do that, I didn't do anything, I didn't do anything, I didn't do anything, I..."

He starts leaning back and forth and mumbling that over and over again. My chest gets heavy and my eyes force close, because it's like I'm looking in a mirror and I don't want to see myself like that again. I want to freeze, I want anything but this.

"I love you Roddy"

I hug him, I hug him so tight.

"I love you, and I believe in you, and you didn't do anything wrong"

He keeps leaning back and forth, but I'm moving with him now. I'm not gonna let him be alone.

"They always leave, why do they always leave" his eyes are shut and he says it like he's whispering it into a diary

"I'm not leaving, ok Roddy"

He doesn't answer, I want to cry.