Face soul fucking

He stood there looking at himself in the mirror. He was changing, she was changing him. Ever since they met his life was flipped, turned full 360. "You shouldn't rub their faces in it" he said out loud. Looking directly into his own eyes. "You know that forcing yourself down these narrow paths is only going to lead you further astray." He said to himself. He was feeling humbled by the sorrow felt from forfeiting his bound with her for a night out. He wasn't going to Hell, he wasn't going to tell her about it. Standing there looking in the mirror he whispered "She loves me, she really fucking loves me." Raising his right hand to his face he pulled his left cheek down exposing the white of of his eye nervously. Looking closer. "I can see it!" he reacted, "Fuck." It's a piece of glitter form the girls house, it got stuck in his eye. He woke after the sinful slumber, only to notice a dull throbbing in his eye. "You reap just what you sow!" he said thinking that's what his mother used to tell him. "No, no more, I can't do this, I love her too!" removing his hands from his face he closes his eyes turning from his reflection. The window behind him radiant with the reflections of the light of the rising sun shining through draped itself on his naked back.