I remember that night like it was yesterday.
Her wavy blonde hair drifted perfectly on her shoulders as she turned to face me, and those eyes; shit, those crystal blue eyes would put a spell on you the second you saw them.
She would sit in front of the mirror with the big lights around it in her dressing room and just stare, not looking at anything in particular, just staring in to the reflection in front of her.
You could just tell in her eyes the sorrow and the desperation to be the utter definition of perfection.
