Mar 07, 2011 17:53
I willed the mouth in the mirror to move. The edges drew up. The full, pouty lower lip pulled taut as the smile grew.
I did that. I made mirror me smile.
I did that.
I saw her smile the smile I’d seen seventy thousand times, if a day. But it was a charlatan staring at me. Her eyes, so empty, it made me weep.
I touched the glass slowly, hesitantly. Our fingers nearly met as she reached for me as well. An icy barrier between us and our pain.
I wanted to tell her it would be alright. Things would get better. She could be real again, a real person.
But our barrier wouldn’t let her hear my words, and I could only watch as she began to cry harder. Tears streamed from blue eyes I should know so well; those strange eyes, swallowed by sadness.
She still smiled. Eyes turning swollen from salty saturation.
I felt sorry for her.
Trembling lips still held their place.
But who was I to force her to smile?
Sorry
I whispered as I felt her tears slide down my cheeks. She mouthed the word back to me. And released me from my smile.
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