They walked away from the hall of mirrors slowly, listening to the sound of a lone mirror being smashed, the pieces of glass hitting the floor quietly. The gloved hand that had rested on her shoulder now moved to his side as a tear rolled down her cheek.
"Don't cry over him," he said, his voice laden with contempt. "There was no love between you-"
"I'm not crying over him," she lied, brushing one hand across her eyes quickly, sure that he was looking at her from behind his mask.
Just because he never showed any emotion didn't mean she couldn't…