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“Something positive…?” I mused out loud as I held the small hand mirror close, my reflection blinking back at me from under the unruly mass of curls that framed my narrow face.
My skin warmed as the lit candle burned lower, my chin hovering dangerously close to the flame. An eerie glow flickered in ghostly waves over the face in the mirror, the sad expression all to familiar as I struggled to keep my promise to myself. There was nothing positive about my day that I could think of and nothing positive that I could tell myself to make me feel any better.
Sad brown eyes stared back at me, as if to say: “Give up already!” I thought every day about heeding the plea that hid somewhere deep in my soul, but I couldn’t. There was only one thing in my life that was worth living for and I wasn’t about to give up on it. Not ever…
I sighed softly as I studied the smattering of light brown freckles that had graced my nose since birth. Barely visible from an arms length away, they were still my curse to live with and I hated that they made me look so young and naïve. My growling stomach reminded me that I could almost pass for a homeless young teenager, desperately in need of a warm meal and an even warmer bath.
“Tomorrow is a new day,” I murmured as I slid the mirror under my pillow.