She looked in the mirror, the ghost of a girl staring back at her. The ghost of a girl long forgotten that seemed to have aged liked the girl staring at her.
This is who I could've been. She thought as she stared at the mirror. Maybe it was the way she had parted her hair, or the makeup she wasn't wearing, but she knew that if things had gone differently, this would be the girl she saw every day.
Staring into her eyes she could tell the person she would've been, too. How fragile she would look, so wide eyed, and reserved. No doubt she would be the girl that rarely spoke to anyone but her small circle of friends.
Deep down, she had always wanted to be this girl. She had wondered what it would be like, if things had happened differently. But looking at this girl now made her glad that things happened the way they did.
She's glad she doesn't part her hair like that. She's glad she wears makeup. She's glad she's such a social butterfly.
She walked away from the mirror, turning her back towards it, and immediately redid her hair. She turned around and already saw that the ghost had vanished.
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Metanoia
Random(n) the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self, or way of life A collection of thoughts I've had, Stories I've written, Questions I've asked, And realizations I've made. Watch as I grow up and my thoughts change and my writing develops from 8th...
