She sank to the edge of the bed and held her face in her hands as sobs rocked her body. She did love him with all her heart, she knew that now, because it was breaking into a million pieces. **** Connor didn’t know where he was, but he knew he wasn’t in the mirror. He felt as if he were floating between worlds. He looked down and saw Tori crying. He called out to her, but she couldn’t hear him. It tore at his heart—wrenching it in two. He should’ve never stayed with her. He should never have caused her so much grief. He should have left the moment he was freed from the mirror and found someplace to wait out his few days of freedom. He could’ve watched her from afar, never let her love him. “I’m sorry, Tori, my love,” he whispered. “I shall never forgive myself for causing you so much pain.” Tears slid down his cheeks as he watched her, tears for her, not for himself. The air grew heavy around him. He suspected it was the call of the mirror, but it wouldn’t be Tori’s.
