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The cracks in the mirror were there for a reason. So were the scars on her right hand, especially on the knuckles.
She closed her eyes, tried to breathe somewhat normal, and allowed the memories to walk to the center of her brain. She felt his touch, just as if he was there. She could hear him, see him, feel him. But she could not remember the happiness she always felt with him. When he turned the back on her, that spesific feeling walked away with him. Before him, she did not even know that kind of feeling even existed. And once she had tasted it, she could not live without it.
She could feel the salty liquid filling her tear ducts. Even with her eyes closed, she knew the reflection of her in the mirror was watching her with open ones.
The following thirteen minutes, she did not move a finger. She just sat there, listening, touching and feeling him, inside.
Suddenly, she parted her lips and whispered, out in the deaf air.
"Life is so much easier with eyes closed. But if we don't see, we fall."
She opened her eyes. He was gone.
copyright, frida brandt, psykophobia @ bilddagboken.se
She could feel the salty liquid filling her tear ducts. Even with her eyes closed, she knew the reflection of her in the mirror was watching her with open ones.
The following thirteen minutes, she did not move a finger. She just sat there, listening, touching and feeling him, inside.
Suddenly, she parted her lips and whispered, out in the deaf air.
"Life is so much easier with eyes closed. But if we don't see, we fall."
She opened her eyes. He was gone.
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