"How the hell does a broken heart get back together when it's torn apart?
Teach itself to start beating again?"
-Christina Perri
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I couldn't forget her brown hair and brown eyes. I saw her in the reflection in the mirror and my dreams. I knew her, but now she was in big trouble and I didn't know what to do. Was that girl a criminal or a victim? How would I know that?
Her light brown eyes drifted to me as she stared nervously at the armed men around her, her eyebrows raised in surprise and her lashes trembled. She knew me too, and I could easily understand this thanks to her confused expression. It seemed so strange to me that she knew me that I was looking at her face in amazement. However, I thought I was dreaming of her. So did I really come to her and talk to her at that time? I was very confused.
