as silent and as motionless and as unchanging as a statue she stood there and stared at herself in the mirror. expressionless and with eyes devoid of any emotion, she stared down the doppelgänger in the glass.
it, too, bore that wretched sign, that reminder of mistakes, that awful letter. the invisible hand of despair clutched at her heart, constricting her chest.
with the blink of an eye, the glass shattered into ten thousand tiny fragments, cascading down into the marble of the sink and of the countertop. with a trembling hand she reached into the basin and seized a handful of the shards, hiding them inside a fist.
rivulets of blood snaked their way out from inside of it. she bit her lip in anger and frustration and pain.
scarlet dripped to the floor below as she relaxed her hand.
she turned around, and he stood there.