All right. In this I switch from referring to Angel as she from he at about the middle, it was meant to be like that.
Anyhow, it belongs to Jonathan Larson, of course. Oh, and the title from the song Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend.
Looking deeply into the mirror, Angel became more and more depressed. Dark rings were forming around her eyes. Long lines appearing out of nowhere on her face. Her health slowly declining day by day, Angel's appearance was changing too.
Raising a bright red lipstick tube to her lips, she stopped it inches away from her lips and threw it down. Make-up was not worth it anymore. It was only trouble to put on, and harder to take off. It used up energy Angel couldn't spare.
She used to apply make-up to extenuate her womanly features, now it was a cover up for her new unwanted marks. Tears welling up in her eyes, she took off her wig and solemnly walked to the closet. He changed to simple jeans and a sweatshirt, but scowled at her self in the mirror, wishing she only had the simple strength to return to her old wardrobe.
Still staring at herself in the mirror, she fiercely wiped her tears from her eyes hearing Collins walk into the bedroom.
Collins stood behind him and wrapped his arms around Angel's middle. "You look beautiful, baby." He whispered in his ear.
