INTRO

She looked at the reflection in the mirror. She looked closely at that face. Same big, brown eyes, same rounded nose, same dark eyebrows, same thin lips, same rosy cheeks, and the same pale skin. None of her features had changed except the length of her hair. She looked at that wooden mirror frame that hadn't even been slightly moved since the day they moved into that house. She looked at the same chipped paint on her bedside that she had been meaning to paint over. She looked at the red velvety carpet on her floor. She looked at the dusty books on the book rack. She looked around. Nothing, NOTHING had changed!.. And yet everything felt different. Everything was different.
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The tide in her heart hadn't settled yet. Her smeared mascara had dried up under her eyes. Her lips trembling. Tears dried up. She just gazed into nothingness. Motionless! Images and movements playing in her mind on repeat. Memories, sad memories, hurtful memories of the time she wished she could forget. But how could she? How could she completely erase a scar so deep? How could she ever forget that quiet night of October. The night when she wanted her silence to be heard the most! The night her silent mourn disappeared into the vast pile of sadness.
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