There's this girl in the mirror, I wonder who she is.
Sometimes I think I know her, and sometimes, i wish i didn't know her at all.
There hides a story in her crystal clear eyes, sad lullabies, painful regrets, and unwanted goodbyes.
Everytime she's looking back at me, I could tell...
She's badly hurting inside.
But it hurts more seeing her tears flow whenever she's gazing at a black diamond ring that HE gave her which meant everything to her and changed her life for the better..
and for the worse -- better, for she finally learned how to love and was loved too, yet worse, realizing that the greatest weakness of most humans is their hesitancy of telling others how much they love them while they're still alive.
Regrets are always at the end...
Do you know magic?
Do you believe that it really exist regardless of those tricks?
I don't, not until i had witnessed it myself.
Back when i was in high school, i was the BEST.
In the sense that i was famous for being the BITCH of the campus -- Beautiful, Intelligent, Tame, Captivating, and Hardy.
Everyone loves me and were looking up to me.
They thought i was really nice, graceful, warmhearted, tactful -- almost perfect.
But little did they know, i was the opposite.
I was a total bitch, literally.
Oh yes, i am the great pretender.
After all those years, i managed to make them think that i was nothing compare.
But the fame started to fade and bad lucks striked when he entered the same school i was in.
Ever since that day, my lucky number 1 became 2.
It was a month before the end of the junior year when the talent club organized a contest.
Both of us became contestants.
I played the violin, while he showed off his magic tricks.
He won, and at the same time, I lost.
Amid the thunderous claps of spectators, i rushed to the nearest comfort room and began squealing with disgust.
I convinced myself that i wasn't feeling well that time, so i haven't given my best.
Perhaps, he's just a hundred times luckier than me today.
Months passed by, the crowd became more fascinated of his tricky magics and he have sprouted spectacles, yet i wasn't impressed at all.
I don't believe in magic.
I admit, he has the looks, that's why people admire him.
But he isn't my type.
He's more likely the kind of jerk that brags around just to get attention.
He always smiles back at me whenever we bump on each other with a mocking look on his face.
I hate his attitude.
He likes to fling and flirt around with girls, impressing them with his lousy magic tricks.
He doesn't even look cool.
Well, not because he's hot or whatever.
I just feel like puking whenever I'm having a glimpse of his shadow.
