She hated mirrors. She didn't own any. Actually, that was a lie. She owned one. Count them, one. In her bathroom, hung over the sink. Of course, that didn't mean that she actually looked in it. Se hated mirrors. She hated looking at her reflection. She hated how she looked. Her plain face, impossible to manage blonde hair, her dull brown eyes. She was… Ugly.
But as much as she hated looking in the mirror, she currently found herself staring at her reflection curiously. She had been for the past five minutes and she had no idea why. She leaned forward, her hands supporting her on the sink's edge. Was that her? Was that really her? No, that was impossible. Who was this beautiful blonde woman staring back at her? Surely it wasn't her.
Since when did she have confidence in her looks? Never. Never, ever. So why, all of the sudden, did she feel so proud of the way her eyes seemed to gleam, and the way her silky hair ran down over her shoulders like water.
Then, she remembered. She remember why she suddenly felt so pretty, so beautiful… A set of loving arms wrapped around her waist, a chin lay on her shoulder.
"What are you doing up already?" A voice, slightly groggy, whispered in her ear.
She smiled, and looked at the image in the mirror. Them standing together, his face brushing against hers. His arms holding her close. It was perfect. It was beautiful.
Maybe it wasn't that she, as a person, was beautiful. Maybe the combination of them, as a couple, was beautiful.
"Riza?" He kissed her cheek. "Something wrong?"
"Nothing." She whispered.
"Alright." He didn't sound convinced but he pulled her back and motioned back toward the bedroom. "Let's go back to bed."
She smiled. "Alright, Roy."
Word Prompt: Mirror