The Broken Griffin.

Someone has said 'Life can be summed up in three words: it goes on'



She once had a glass bird. It was a Griffin. Yes, the mythological bird. A very rare, creative piece of art it was. But she loved it. The moment she laid eyes on it, she was taken by it.

Soon, the Griffin became her best friend. She even gave him a particular name. She started drifting away from the real world, and closer to the Griffin. When she was lonely, she talked to it. If she was sad, she poured out her feelings to it. When she was yet more sad, she hugged it, kissed it. She tried thinking of reasons why she was happy. And the Griffin was on the top list. But alas, not only was it a mythological bird, but also a glass toy.
She was attached to it though. Her friend who she recently lost had commented causally once that she got attached to people too fast.
She came to accept this the day it happened.
Until then, life was tough but she managed. With a plastic smile on her face. Waiting.
Waiting with hope for a bright future.
Waiting to regain lost friends.
Waiting on the world to change.


Then one day, she fell for Ugly Versidade. He came to her, strolling up the aisle she was wandering about in solitude, and that's when her life crashed.
All she could think of since that day was of Versidade. She couldn't even tell anyone about him, except her Griffin. She imagined Griffin understood exactly how she felt.
But that day, as she sat one her window sill, dreaming of Versidade, a loud crash brought her back to reality. Griffin, who was in her hand next to her chest, had fallen because of her carelessness.
It fell, two stories down, and crashed. Oh, how it crashed.
The pieces were everywhere, her heart was shattered.
For a few days all she could do was mourn and look around the ground, searching for pieces.
Then one day, she decided to glue up the pieces she'd found.
She worked hard on it, and excitement overwhelmed her. The prospect of having Griffin back again after so long was exciting enough to make her take some hasty decisions. For instance, she used the glue she'd never used, never heard of, or seen in fact.

After a few days, Griffin was back. Although his firmer grandeur and charm was gone, very like her chipped chest, he was still there, all glued up. She was elated.
But after only one day, she realized the glue was made by Versidade's father, Koyu.
And thus began the breaking. The Griffin kept breaking, and she kept gluing it back up. Though as time progressed, she chose her glues wisely, yet, Koyu's enchantment had been permanent.
The Griffin kept breaking, and she kept repairing it again and again.

But soon she realized that Griffin was no longer there for her. He was different, not only in appearance, but also mentally. This was solely because her solitude intensified.

Soon she realized the ways of the world. Although not so soon so as to recognize a non-living object as a part of herself.
She also realized that no matter how much she fixed Griffin up, he'd never be the same. Ever.

She was fixing up her Griffin once more after he magically slipped off from her hand while she was on the phone.
After he was done, she gazed at him, spoke encouraging words. But there was something odd about Griffin. His face looked stone cold, without any emotions.


Shattered glass is just that: shattered.
But shattered or not, her life went on with the new, repulsive-looking Griffin.

As I write, she still waits for him to crash 'magically', so that she can use her new glue, drain further feeling off of her mind and his, and wait for the next crash.