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A/N: Short idea, short fic. Review, please.
Type
He has a type, she's noticed. Dark hair, dark eyes, tan, willowy, beautiful. She watches them parade through his life, a series of people she can't prevent from hurting him. Yelina, the lawyer who's name escapes her... all of them dented his heart a little more.
She looks at herself in the mirror. She supposes she's thin, yes, and her father used to tell her she was beautiful, but her hair is blond and her eyes are a sparkling blue-green, like the ocean, and her skin is ridiculously pale for the places she's lived. She's been wearing black lately, hoping to draw his attention, but as she sees her reflection she realizes that the color only accents her differences from Horatio's idea of female beauty, bringing out the shine in her eyes, the cream of her skin, and the sunshine captured in her hair. She tried changing her makeup, darkening her eyeshadow, but that had the same affect.
It's not his fault, she supposes, that he like women who look a certain way. It's just... hard to know that nature didn't give you the tools needed to attract the only man you've ever loved.
And then she considers breaking her mirrors so she won't be reminded of that fact every day.