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Greed
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"I want it back.", she mutters, staring at herself in the mirror in front of her.
She observes herself as if she's looking at a stranger. Nothing about the girl staring back at her seems like it's her.
She just doesn't recognise her.
Her blond hair is matted and oily. Her cheeks are pale. She has dark circles under her eyes, a mixture of run out makeup and a chronic lack of sleep.
Her eyes are bloodshot and sore due to the countless tears that they have cried. Their usual sparkling emerald colour reduced to a rancid greyish green.
Her expression is one of someone who just doesn't understand. Crestfallen, lost.
Alone.
There's really nothing crueller than getting everything you want and then having it ruthlessly ripped away.
She remembers when she was still able to be happy about every little thing around her, and she watches the girl in the mirror try a grin, a smile, something.
But all she sees is a mask of dazed numb nothing.
"I want it back.", she says again, amazed at how pathetically empty her voice sounds.
She's not really sure what 'it' is, though she's sure it has something to do with everything.
She tries remembering why crying didn't help, and she realises that really only one thing could help.
And that one thing is just the one thing she can't have.
"I want him back."
I love reviewers. I really do.