Gini treasured the little hand mirror, a precious heirloom from her late grandmother. It was a simple, delicate piece with a silver frame, engraved with intricate floral patterns. The mirror itself was slightly tarnished from age, but Gini loved it dearly. Her grandmother had given it to her during one of their last conversations before she passed away from cancer. The mirror was a symbol of the bond they shared, and Gini always kept it in her purse, close to her heart.One stormy afternoon, Gini decided to clean the mirror. She had accidentally spilled some foundation on it earlier and wanted to restore its shine. Sitting on her bed, she gently wiped the surface with a soft cloth, lost in her thoughts. The manor was quiet, save for the distant rumble of thunder and the persistent howling of the wind outside. It was one of those rare moments when she felt at peace, despite the tumultuous circumstances she found herself in.But peace was fleeting with Jonah around. Without warning, the door to her room burst open, and Jonah sauntered in with his usual smirk. Gini startled, her heart racing as she clutched the mirror tighter."Don't you knock?" she snapped, glaring at him.Jonah grinned, leaning casually against the doorframe. "Where's the fun in that? What are you doing?""None of your business," Gini retorted, turning her back to him. She continued cleaning the mirror, trying to ignore him.Jonah, however, was not so easily deterred. He stepped closer, peering over her shoulder. "What's that?" he asked, feigning innocence. Before Gini could react, he snatched the mirror from her hands, holding it up to inspect it.Gini shot up from the bed, reaching for the mirror. "Give it back, Jonah!"Jonah chuckled, lifting the mirror out of her reach. The height difference between them was considerableāJonah was six foot four, while Gini was only five feet. He held the mirror high above his head, grinning as Gini jumped and stretched to retrieve it."What's the big deal?" Jonah teased, his voice laced with mockery. "It's just a mirror."Gini's frustration boiled over. "It's not 'just a mirror'! Give it back!" She lunged at him, but Jonah easily sidestepped her, holding the mirror even higher."Come on, Shorty, try harder," he taunted, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He seemed to enjoy tormenting her, reveling in her helplessness. Gini's face flushed with anger and embarrassment. She hated feeling so small, so powerless, and Jonah's teasing only made it worse.In her desperation, Gini tried to grab the mirror from him, but Jonah twisted away, laughing. They struggled, Gini jumping and reaching, Jonah dodging and taunting. The struggle became more intense, with Gini's frustration growing with each passing second."Stop being such a child and give it back!" Gini shouted, her voice shaking with anger.Jonah laughed, but there was an edge to his voice. "Why are you getting so worked up over this? It's just a stupid mirror."Gini's eyes burned with tears. "You don't understand! It's important to me!"As they wrestled for the mirror, Jonah's grip slipped, and the mirror fell from his hands. Gini reached out, trying to catch it, but it was too late. The mirror hit the floor with a sickening crack, the sound echoing in the silent room.For a moment, everything seemed to stop. Gini stared in horror at the shattered pieces of the mirror on the floor, her heart sinking. Jonah stood frozen, his expression shifting from amusement to surprise."No..." Gini whispered, her voice barely audible. She fell to her knees, gathering the broken pieces with trembling hands. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision.Jonah shifted uncomfortably. "Hey, it's okay. It's just a mirror, right? We can get another one."Gini looked up at him, her eyes blazing with anger. "It's not just a mirror, Jonah! It was my grandmother's! The only thing I have left of her!" Her voice cracked, and a tear slipped down her cheek.Jonah's eyes widened, a flicker of guilt crossing his face. "I... I didn't know. I'm sorry."But his apology felt hollow to Gini. The pain and anger were too overwhelming. She stood up, her fists clenched. "You're always so thoughtless! You never think about anyone but yourself!" Her voice rose, each word dripping with venom.Jonah frowned, his expression hardening. "Look, I said I was sorry. It's not like I did it on purpose."Gini's anger boiled over. She raised her hand and slapped Jonah across the face, the sound echoing in the room. Jonah staggered back, shock and anger flashing in his eyes. Gini's hand stung from the impact, but she didn't care."I can't do this anymore!" she yelled, tears streaming down her face. "I can't stand being around you! You're insufferable!"Before Jonah could respond, Gini turned and ran out of the room, her sobs echoing down the hall. Jonah stood there, stunned, his cheek red from the slap. He heard the sound of the front door slamming open and a gust of wind howling through the house.It took Jonah a few moments to recover from the shock. His cheek throbbed where Gini had slapped him, and his mind was racing. He hadn't realized how important the mirror was to her, how much it meant. He felt a pang of guilt, but it was quickly overshadowed by anger. She had no right to hit him, no matter how upset she was.As the wind whipped through the house, Jonah's anger gave way to concern. He rushed to the front door, only to find it wide open. The storm outside was raging, the wind howling and rain pouring down in sheets. Panic gripped him as he realized that Gini had run out into the storm."Damn it," he muttered, grabbing a raincoat from the closet. He pulled it on and braced himself against the wind, stepping out into the storm. The rain was cold and relentless, soaking him to the bone within seconds. The wind was so strong it nearly knocked him off his feet, and he had to fight to keep his balance."Guinevere!!" he shouted, his voice barely audible over the storm's roar. He scanned the area, his heart pounding with fear. The manor was surrounded by moors, with no cover from the storm. The thought of Gini out there, alone and upset, filled him with dread.He pushed forward, his feet slipping in the mud. The rain stung his face, and the wind made it hard to see. He shouted Gini's name again and again, hoping she could hear him. The storm was disorienting, and he struggled to keep his bearings.After what felt like an eternity, Jonah spotted a figure crouched under a tree in the distance. Relief washed over him, and he hurried towards her, slipping and stumbling as he went. As he got closer, he could see that it was Gini, huddled against the tree, her arms wrapped around her knees."Guinevere Ray!" he called, his voice hoarse from shouting. She looked up, her eyes red and swollen from crying."What are you doing out here?" Jonah demanded, his anger mixing with relief. "You could get hurt!"Gini glared at him, her expression defiant. "I don't care," she shouted back, her voice raw with emotion. "Just leave me alone!"Jonah was taken aback by the intensity of her anger. He took a step closer, but Gini recoiled, her eyes flashing with anger and pain."Why do you always have to ruin everything?" she cried, her voice breaking. "Can't you just leave me alone?"Jonah felt a pang of guilt, but he pushed it aside. "I came out here to find you," he said, his voice softer. "You can't stay out here. It's dangerous."Gini shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "I don't care. I'd rather be out here than in that house with you."Jonah's patience snapped. "Fine! Stay out here and get yourself killed! See if I care!" He turned to leave, his anger boiling over.But as he turned, a loud cracking sound filled the air. Jonah looked up just in time to see a large piece of wood hurtling towards Gini. He moved in front of it before it was too late. The wood struck him on the head with a sickening thud, and he staggered, pain exploding in his skull.Gini screamed as Jonah fell to his knees, blood streaming down his face. She rushed to his side, panic gripping her as she saw the blood. Jonah's eyes were dazed, and he swayed unsteadily."Oh my God, Jonah!" Gini cried, her voice trembling. "Are you okay?"Jonah groaned, clutching his head. "I... I'm fine," he muttered, though his voice was weak.Gini knew he wasn't fine. Blood was pouring from a gash on his forehead, and his nose was bleeding as well. She felt a surge of fear and guilt, her anger forgotten in the face of his injury."We need to get you back to the house," Gini said, her voice urgent. She wrapped her arm around him, helping him to his feet. Jonah leaned heavily on her, his legs shaky. Together, they stumbled through the mud and rain, making their way back to the manor.By the time they reached the front door, Jonah was barely conscious. Gini struggled to keep him upright as she pushed the door open and half-carried him inside. The wind slammed the door shut behind them, and Gini guided Jonah to the nearest couch, laying him down.Jonah's eyes fluttered, and he groaned in pain. Gini's heart raced as she knelt beside him, her hands shaking. She grabbed a nearby towel and pressed it to the wound on his head, trying to stop the bleeding."Jonah, stay with me," she said, her voice shaky. "Don't fall asleep, okay? Just stay awake."Jonah's eyes opened slightly, and he looked at her, his expression dazed. "I'm... sorry," he mumbled, his voice barely audible.Gini's eyes filled with tears. "No, I'm sorry," she whispered. "I shouldn't have hit you. I was just... I was so angry, and I... I didn't mean to..."Jonah's eyes closed, and Gini felt a surge of panic. She shook him gently, trying to keep him conscious. "Jonah, please. Stay with me. I'm sorry, okay? I'm so sorry."Jonah groaned, his breathing shallow. Gini felt tears spill down her cheeks, mixing with the rainwater on her face. She pressed the towel harder against his wound, desperate to stop the bleeding.Time seemed to stretch endlessly as Gini sat there, holding the towel to Jonah's head. The storm continued to rage outside, but inside the manor, everything was eerily quiet. Gini's mind raced with fear and guilt, her emotions a chaotic whirlpool.