The face in the mirror blinked as the wall behind it slowly melted into the ground below. He could only sit and stare as the walls of his home slowly slid to the floor until all that was left was him in his favourite old chair, the face in the mirror and a seemingly endless void surrounding them both.
It looked a little like his aunt if he squinted, or rather it looked like someone had based their features on a description of his aunt and ended up with an uncanny mesh of features that was almost her. He supposed it was meant to make him feel comfortable in the void... it did not.
He found himself rocking the chair and feeling around with his slippered feet to see how much of the void beneath him was still something physical enough to stand on. In all honesty it felt like his normal rug on his normal floor. Perhaps the only issue here was his own eyes.
His eyes.
The face in the mirror had been mouthing the word 'eyes' for a while now and he started to feel like he'd forgotten something. As the face's own eyes suddenly burst, he felt the void around him shatter as his final moments came back to him in a flood of wretched emotions.
They'd been arguing - him and his aunt - something about his late grandfather's inheritance.
She'd taken the letter opener to his face, tearing at him til he collapsed into the chair.
The last thing he saw was her holding his eye before tossing it to one side and coming for the other.
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