Reflection

After some time of seeing the same background for several time. Finally, someone opened the door oh, it is the girl who looks herself every morning but I just saw her charcoal black hair with a braided side. 

My vision is too high, I can't see what is below. As of now, only the top of her hair is added to be my foreground. I wonder what she's up to? her head is a bit frisky, probably shaking her head and then look down.

A few minutes occurred, she finally stood up and I was a bombshell. She has her messy braid I didn't notice a while ago. Her eyes are swelling, her nose is red, her mouth slightly opened. 

If I could just hear, I could listen the heavy breathing echoing where she is to shut her voice which badly want to whimper and shout to the world that she can't handle the pain any more, but she chose not to.

All I have is to see. I see her face which could be mesmerizing if it isn't crumpled, if her frizzy hair doesn't hide her cheeks... If her eyes aren't crying and not pouring crystal drops to race down to her chin she never wiped... If her eyes aren't screaming for help as it is drowning from her own tears.

In my vision, I can see her hair down to her neck shoulders, seeing how she does multiple shoulders up and flowing tear drops over her cheeks, but the mournful part is her precious dark brown eyes luring me to see its darkness and eat my vision to a new dimension...

"Waking up in a heavy feeling like its going to be a bad weather for me, I still stood up and ignored the weight of my body even the clouds are with me, they are also heavy but apparently, they poured what makes them heavy. How I wish I could be like them... "

"Oops, I forgot to get back you pen from that person. I'll just give you a new one..."     "But that's my favorite pen and it has a sentimental value, sir."

A guy in a teacher's uniform just sheepishly smiled. 

"Why are you distancing yourself? For all the people here, you have the most needed presence second to her, then what? turning your back from us? You are selfish. You disappointed me."

"Did you see my powder in my bag?" this girl asked. "I saw it a while ago at that table. I don't know where it is now." A thought in lingering her mind was like 'I trusted all of you... I always lend you my things, letting you borrow it. Isn't that enough that you stole something from me?'

"I changed my mind. I won't come with you. There's something more important for me to do, you know, priorities-"I couldn't see through her portal of sceneries for it is now clouded with silver linings trying to hold back, blocking my view.

All I know is she's suffering from a great despair. I wonder why she doesn't abhor people who broke her heart? Maybe, she has an outstanding way of thinking how to deal with it?

Although I badly want to comfort her, I can't do it. She just stared at me, cracked a smile despite of her tears still rolling... She forced a smile and her fingers gently touched me. 

Once again, tears escaped, forced a smile and mouthed, 

"everything will be okay." 

In between her heavy breathing, her torn heart still beats as intently looking at her own reflection. I hope she'll be the girl who looks at her own reflection seeing her own flaws yet praising herself as a precious gem the next day... 

Good thing I am just a mirror reflecting what I see and I'm not in the same situation she has been. Have you ever been in the same situation too?

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