A smile. A laugh. A scream.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Presea knew there was no physical evidence of who she was. She seemed to be a pretty, normal girl, if a little young looking for her age with deep blue eyes. Not a monster who could not even cry at the death of her family. Not a killer who showed no compassion for others. Not a lonely, isolated outcast …not her. In a world of her own, she reached out to the reflection and touched its face- why could no one understand? So she had her emotions back after many scorned and rejected years, it didn't make it right. Frankly, she had no idea who she was- she couldn't remember herself as the happy eight year old, and the odd snatches of her detached hazy last years were all of Presea Combatier-and she was nobody. Movement behind her made her turn as a short, silver haired half elf rolled over and sleepily lifted his head.
"Presea? You alright?" mumbled Genis, drowsily squinting at her.
"mmm" she replied, nodding.
"What are you staring at?" he asked, sitting up.
Giving herself one last glance, she walked over to the bed and kissed Genis on the head, "nothing" she said as she sat down and he wrapped his arm around her waist. "Go to sleep, I'm just thinking"
"What about?" he teased gently.
Smiling unconvincingly , she kissed him deeply, and stood up. "You of course" she whispered, "Now go to sleep" and without reluctance he closed his eyes.
The smile slipped from her lips as she found herself facing the mirror again. It's ok she told herself because Genis loved you then and now. He knows all the unpleasant details and he still loves you. Running a hand desperately through her hair she sighed. A smile. A laugh. A scream. A tear. And that was all she was.