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I saw her wearing those deadly curve plastered on her face. I saw her, again. I saw again those icy bluish stare that can make you catch a cold from the inside of her soul.

She's like a winter night but she can burn you into ashes. She can shut you down and just a snappy click and all her emotions  are gone, like it is never been there.

You won't see her cry. You won't see her laugh. You won't hear her sweet words and you won't feel her soft touches.

She's more than that pretty face of hers.

And her heart.

Her heart is dead.

But she met him.

A guy whom she didn't expect to see.
A guy who flipped her world.
A guy who melt those glaciers that guarded her heart.

She learned to smile.
She learned to laugh a lot.
She learned to speak sweetly.

She learned to love him.

But when she thought that everything's already fine.

He left her.
He left her hanging.
He left her with a broken heart.

And that's the first time that I saw her with those salty eyes, as I stared in front of the mirror.