The One With A Lot Of Methaphors
There is a broken mirror in the room.
(The mirror is a metaphor, though still an object that can be touched.)
(The brokenness of the mirror could represent fear if you wish.)
The mirror has not been broken forever, though it may very well be forever if the keeper of time decided it was. The cracks of glass are there as reminders, there is one for every fear the looker has.
(‘Looker’ in this particular sense is a young werewolf who does not wish to be a werewolf.)
Someone said to fix the cracks with glue, but the glue is never strong enough, and if it is, it will age and harden and crack away.
(The glue will only hold so much until it is torture; sharp lines from where the cracks were still visible and never faded enough for the fears to have vanished.)
(The looker knows this but still tries anyway.)
There is a person standing next to him in the reflection, hair black and sharp lines cutting through his face too. The person only stands there when the looker is watching.
(This person is also a metaphor, but still a person nonetheless.)
The person mostly stands still, hand on the looker’s shoulder and smile prominent on his face. His eyes look worried, though, but only when another crack appears.
(The cracks only appear after the full moon.)
Sometimes the person walks around, hair bouncing with his steps and eyes always trained on the looker. It is when this happens that a crack in the mirror slowly fades away.
(Another will appear soon, don’t you worry.)