Excerpts From The Book I'll Never Write

#94

I stared at her and watched as she fell apart. Her eyes glazed over with tears and her throat worked to swallow her sobs.

She looked broken, damaged beyond repair and I felt bad for staring at her. Her cheeks dampened as tears fell from her hollow eyes.

I reached my hand out to comfort her, wipe away the sadness. I was surprised when I felt the cold surface of the mirror. My fingers danced over the reflection and my breath caught in my throat as a thought crossed my mind.

I don't recognize the girl in the mirror.