A girl stares back at me, her arms crossed, the invisible scars and tears radiant upon her face. This girl is far from perfect. No longer is she bestowed with innocence, but still she remains slightly naive. Through the reflective glass she stares back at me, her brown eyes defiant, searching for something she may have missed. Maybe this girl is in pain, maybe sunken into depression. She's trying to hide something.
As for now, none of this matters, the moment is hers. She unfolds her arms, her stare becoming more fierce. With her fist she strikes the reflection, and the girl I saw falls to pieces around me.
It may mean seven years of bad luck, but at least I have seven seconds to live my live without having to judge myself by what I see.
Seven seconds in which I have overcome my reflection.
Author notes
Inspired by the Mirror Talk option on a contest on AP.
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