Through silvered glass, Sadie runs her fingers across her own disfigured face. The tactile sensation of rough-hewn skin momentarily paralyzing her in place.
Hours spent together observing each other. Each movement, every facial expressions examined. Sharing scattered memories through the ebb and flow of tears and laughter. The swift punctuation of anger contrasting the softness of her lips in intimate moments.
A quiet resilience emerges as she begins to accept herself. Her lambent reflection helping to illuminate new passages through her own doubt and despair.
No longer impenetrable, the darkness slowly begins to relent.
Challenge accepted: Written at Sunra Rainz request. / Part 2 of 5
Part 1 originally written for Week #235 of Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt. (Word: Mirror, Count: 95)
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