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I was staring at mirror blankly, the girl infront of me was smiling mockingly looking at me made me shot her glare. It was annoying that how I hate her, she reminds me of those bruised, red bloody face with pathetic grin who treated her wounds.
Shiver ran down my spine feeling the presence behind me. I looked at him through mirror who was standing tall behind me making me feel small, hidden with his whole physics behind me.
His face was swollen, those almond eyes were little puffy with messy bed hair yet didn't left that charm and shine he had. It made me greedy somehow that I could get to see that bare magical creation of God. It was unhealthy, so unwilling, unhelpful for me.
Small smirk crept on his face watching me zoning out on him, I held my breathe when he pressed against my back before stuffing his face in my neck and snuggle like puppy in there in very dengerous gesture.
"Stop glaring at my pretty flower as first thing in morning." he whispered near my ear with that rough, hoarse morning voice which could make anyone's knees go weak.
"Only you think she is pretty." I muttered.
"much better, because it won't be pleasant for the person to have that thought about you which isn't me." I stare at him when he said that, he rested his chin on my shoulder and stared back like telling me how serious he was.
My other side of brain was tingling to know what unpleasant will happen to that person if they thought I'm pretty but I chose to shut up.
"Why?" he whispered making me tilt my head in questioning manner. "Why you hate yourself so much?"
"You see her, she is the reason of my misery. If she wasn't such beauty, I wasn't suffering." I hiss looking at my reflection, his eyes darken, something flick in his eyes before he smiled at me slowly. "It wasn't your fault. This beauty should be cherished not cursed." he replied making me snort.
"its already cursed."
"what made you think like that?" his tone was sharp and stern like warning me to not say something rubbish. I didn't, rather opened the knot of my tied bathrobe I was wearing.
He held my gaze as I opened the robe until it was opened hanging on my shoulders like a piece of clothe leaving me almost bare in my white undergarments which were covering barely my breasts.
Chill ran down my body when I met his eyes, he growls lightly against my ear as something dark flick in his orbs before shifting back.
His eyes roam around my body in wild rage as I felt him letting out shaky breath against my neck. It somehow pleased me but I felt ashamed when his eyes landed particularly on my cuts.
