Letters Written in White
by Kathryn Perez
Days ago, I met with death face to face. The mirror, our meeting place. My two darkened green eyes stared deeply into hers. I tilted my head to the side. She did too.
"It's time," I whispered.
"It's time," she whispered.
And with that I turned away from her, the woman in the mirror who knew all of my secrets and all of my pain.
That was the day Riah Winter died.