truly, madly, deeply

Part 2

I run to the bathroom trying to conceal my emotions. I look at my reflection tears start to roll down my face. I glance from the mirror to my razor. It looked cold compared to the rest of the bright room. It looked how I felt.

I grabbed the tissue from the holder and wipe my eyes. I run the water tap
And splash it onto my face it looks like I've been crying so I wash it some more. I leave the room and see Phil watching Buffie for the thousandth time.