The man that looked back at me in the mirror is a shell. A husk of what I use to be. Nothing mattered anymore, not after she left.
She was always right there, right across the hall from me. Her golden hair that smells of sunflowers and vanilla, her honey brown eyes that warm me from a far, and her olive skin that’s heavily speckled to appear as marble.
She has the kindest heart, and always put...