She couldn’t help but to notice her own reflection in the bathroom mirror.
It’s not as if she avoids her clone, she often looks but she does not want to see. She doesn’t want to see the pain that she feels everyday.
She stops and leans closer to the piece of glass. She can barely recognize the woman looking back at her.
Her green eyes aren’t as bright as they used to be. The sparkle that had once resided faded immediately.
People used to say that they could see her soul glowing through her eyes.
What do they see now?
She knows it isn’t completely dark. However, there are shadows that gloom with in her.
Her mind rushes back to a memory of what her eyes and soul used to look like before her life changed forever.
As the memory fades, she forces herself to open her eyes. She glares at the single tear that skims down her pale face.
The pain has certainly taken a toll on her appearance, not only her eyes also her face and her hair. She used to love her hair. She runs her fingers through her hair; it isn’t as soft as it was. The color no longer has the coppery under tone. It is bleak and lifeless just like her mood.
She strokes her hollow cheek where it once glistened with beautiful color.
The color of love the color of life.
She rubs over and over hoping to scrub away the lifeless feeling. She feels nothing only numbness.
Her slender hand slides down to her chest, she closes her eyes to concentrate on the sound. She can no longer feel it, she has to listen. The trench that once held her heart is empty. It beats only because it has to; her mind forces it to keep going. She knows it trembles with every passing day.
She steps back from the mirror; taking a deep breath, she wipes away the single tear.
She gave herself one year, one year to be what she felt.
Today, marks the one-year point, she gives herself a small but sincere smile.
The doorbell rings, it awakens the woman she no longer wants to be.
(This post is purely fictional)