Forgive

Forgive - Chapter 1

She straightened up her mellifluous hair and adjusted them around her shoulders, she looked up in the mirror. Could she face it? Had she render herself so weak that she can't even look up and eye her own reflection?
She sighed, and finally gathered the courage to look up. She had the same mirror. The mirror she always had in her room. The mirror she always relied upon to embrace her real self, for her mirror told her the truth, the mirror told her what she really was for real. But over the past twenty four hours, her mirror maybe learned to lie. Maybe it learned to deceive or was it really showing what she had now become? Everything about her in this mirror now was upside down.
Just twenty four hours ago, it displayed a face that was ever flawless. Heart shaped face with clear green eyes studded into her perfectly pictured sockets like studded gemstones. Like green emeralds. Her slightly upturned nose looked ski sloped. Perfect size and perfect shape. Her naturally pink lips were so full and kissable that no one could resist. Those enhanced her beautiful chin. Her body was chiseled, like that of a swimmer. But what was this mirror showing now... This couldn't be her! Could just a single day full of remorse render her face all ghost like? Her face seemed wrinkled. Crinkles were surrounding her eyes, nose, lips and her flawless chin. Those emeralds were now drenched with blood, sagging deep into her black hole-like eye sockets. Her cheeks were all suctioned in, now. Her full lips all pale and cracked, all wan. Her chin seemed so heavy, it just couldn't bear the weight of this head. It wouldn't keep her face upright anymore. Her stature was exposing her bones boldly. A way too much. Her limbs were all bruised by areas had thwacked them at, on the walls and furniture.
How could a guy make her so weak, make her a completely different person? She was a berry when he was around, when he cared for her, when he smiled back at her. When he secretly brought her his lunch for her knew sher wounding eat any of her. When he secretly shifted the umbrella over her, without caring that he was going to be frozen in the dreading snow. When he would choose her forehead to kiss instead of her lips. When he said things like, "Take care", "Good night, I am gonna miss you til the morning" and most important of all, "I love you, always."
When he was her!
How could he completely change? And how could the change in him cause a change in her? It shouldn't really matter when he said, "Forget me please, go ahead in life. Like I have. Love someone else like I do. I am sorry." It shouldn't. Right?
The word seemed heavy on her. Gargantuan as heck. SORRY. The word, so little, could be used to justify anything, to payback everything. To account for everything. How? Why?
Could sorry give her life back to her? Could it really make everything okay? Could this minuscule sorry make her mirror show what she was, before all this?
She laughed an empty laugh. For the answer was what she knew.
No.
She would eventually forgive him. She knew he would want her back. And she knew this also that she would eventually let him get back in her life, too. She would forget that new girl. She couldn't deny it. She would kiss him always, where it hurts. She would kiss him always, until it hurts. Yes. She would love him. Always. To eternity.
But could she forget it?
Again, she laughed an empty laugh.
Ha!
Never.

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