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One day she woke up. In the middle of the night. She was sleeping –but not calmly –when she opened her eyes. Originally she had already strange eyes. Not green, but not brown, but something amazing which can attrach anything, anybody… in anytime, anywhere. On that night some golden line appeared int hat eyes. She could see her eyes int he mirror which glared at her from her desk.
That was annoying but she didn't throw a pillow towards that thing which was her daily reflex. Everyday she killed the mirror.
That was a tradition.
The mirror always laugh at her evily, whispering her: You are broken, why are you still here? You can't get that you want! Ha-ha-ha…
But now the mirror didn't laugh. It smiled at her. Just an innocent smile.
She was staring at the mirror without moving then she sat up slowly. In the mirror she saw a man's back, he was sleeping calmly next to her. He had gotten that he wanted. She didn't.
She hugged her nacked body as she was still looking into the mirror.
The golden eyes was full of sorrow, lonelineyy, pain.
On that night she changed.
