I looked at her, taking in her beautiful features; her diamond-shaped face, her brow shining locks, her perfect skin, everything.
But then I dug a little deeper, I could see the scars, bruises and cuts; all her insecurities that come to the surface of her skin.
That wasn't all, looking closer I could see the tear strains on her cheeks, the red brim around her eyes and the truth welling up trough them.
I could see what she wanted, desired, needed.
I took some steps back, noticed the brinks of the mirror.
I realized, my sole died long ago.
