She would look into people’s eyes and know their pain and grief. Embracing them, she absorbed all of it. Suddenly, her demons were silenced. Not wishing of devoring her soul in pieces.
Now, when she looks in the mirror seeing her own eyes, she sees herself staring into emptiness, looking at the same kind of grief. She tried to smile and almost was sure that the smile will make her look better. But, she was wrong.
The smile which she forced upon her face looked the fakest of all. Pretentious. “What made me like this? “, she wondered getting lost in her own reflection.
What made her understand the pain? What made her to not realize that she too is going through the same? What made her finally see her reflection?