Reflection

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I look at her.

She is quiet and still.

I approach her hesitantly. With trembling hands I lift her chin up.

Her eyes bore into mine yet they seem distant and aloof, as if searching something far behind mine.

She does not move. She is still.

I smile and she makes a futile attempt at the same.

Her eyes well up instantly and I feel the wetness on my cheek.

I encourage her and she spoke through her eyes.

I push along and she pulled back, afraid to cross the line.

She became quiet again.

With quivering lips she muttered something.

I thought I heard my name.

I looked at her and she vanished.

She vanished, leaving me to my reflection and my thoughts.