Diane P.O.V
5 years later...
I look myself in the mirror, thinking all about my life I've been through in New York. My job, my life, my sanity. It turned 180 degrees from the first time I came here, over five years ago. I was different. There was exactly one moment which turned my life upside down. One moment where at that point I couldn't bare my life and wanted to fucking end it. It sounds shallow, I know. But I think when someone's in my shoes, they would feel the same.
I sighed and looked away. This is why I don't stare too long in the mirror, why I never really wanted to see my reflection staring back at me. Because only the mirrors would reflect and remind me how low my life gone through and I can't lie about it. I stepped away far enough from the mirror and took my bag from the bag. I pick up my phone and the charger then chucked it to my bag.
Then I heard my open door being knock.
"You ready?"
