A/N: Griffin's thinking about all the changes that occurred in her after the drastic shift in her loyalty that led her to leave Valtor.
She couldn't see anything beautiful in the mirror. Her golden eyes were dark and dull without the sight of him in front of them. Her purple locks seemed tangled and rough to the touch without him to run his fingers through them. Her mouth was never pulled into a smile now without him to make her laugh. And her heart knew no happiness ever since she'd left him behind which was more than obvious in her reflection.
He'd called her beautiful and she'd known it to be true when she'd been in his arms. She'd felt like the most beautiful woman in the world all wrapped into his love. And she'd never needed anyone's approval or opinion on anything. She'd been free to do as she'd pleased along with him. And that had been the real beauty of their relationship.
But without the frame of his loving gaze, there was just ugly pain inside her. And rage at herself and her reflection, for it didn't show what she wanted to see. He wasn't standing behind her, bent over with his head over her shoulder so that he could whisper compliments and make tempting suggestions in her ear. He wasn't there to pull her hair back to see her face better and tell her how beautiful she was as he held her gaze. He wasn't there to worship her body and give her every piece of his heart. He was frozen in Omega and there was an ugly, jagged wound across her heart that didn't even gush blood, but just grotesque loneliness.
There was just ugliness in her reflection as her face was contorted in silent agony and her words lacked all elegance since none of them were his name. Her beauty withered away without him to appreciate it and it slipped through her fingers when he wasn't there to hold her hand in his. And what hurt the most was that she'd never be beautiful again, for time was passing mercilessly, pulling her further away from that awful day she'd betrayed him. She'd ran away and he'd never love her again, letting all that beauty perish at the cold hand of her conscience.
