Late at night, she stared into the mirror. Whose eyes were these, staring back at hers? This person had a soul. A future to behold. This person showed a history, her eyes yielding sadness.
She expected to see nothing. The person staring back at her instead held her gaze such as a mysterious photograph does, prompting questions that couldn't be answered.
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ｗｉｔｈ ｌｏｖｅ，
RomanceThere are two kinds of people in this world. Those that are in love, and those that are brokenhearted. I think most of us wish to be those in love. ----- ☪ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜsʟʏ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ wᴏʀᴋs.
