Tears streamed down her face as I caught her eye across the room. Mascara smeared across her face as she wiped the tears away, trying to conceal her pain. I watched her carefully, not wanting to intrude on such a private moment, but captivated by the agony in her eyes.
Her curls fell across her cheek as she tilted her head down, chest still heaving. Her sobs rang in my ears as I wondered what could have prompted such a rush of emotion. She covered her mouth to stifle the whimpers, but her shoulders still shook visibly. Unable to stop myself I sat and stared for a minute, concerned and curious, and overwhelmed by her display.
Finally, when I couldn’t stand it anymore, I got up and turned the mirror around.
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