There was no noise in the house. Silence kissed each cell on her body, just like her tears. Yet, she dragged that lump up the stairs and to the bathroom. When she looked at the mirror, she visualised a beautiful girl: long brown hair, vibrant green eyes and shiny pale skin. But there stood a girl with empty hands and filled tear ducts, had excessive streaks of mascara on her cheeks and hair splaying all over the floor. And so she lay, unable to let her warmth envelop her.
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It was a bright morning when she woke up. The ground shook when she stood up from her bed. But her eyes didn't want to see the pieces the earthquake had left behind. All she could do was crawl to the sink, wash her face, brush her teeth, take a bath and choose her clothes; her chores were her refuge. When she looked at the mirror this time, she smiled. The girl was different: she had long brown hair, vibrant green eyes and shiny pale skin.
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