Maria had never seen a reflection like this before. She had never seen a girl so troubled yet so peaceful and happy. The conflict that swirled within her eyes was so obvious yet so faded that it confused her.
Her head shook with disbelief as she shut her eyes for a brief moment. Her slender fingers dug into her hair; it served as a comb as she tried to straighten out the tangled strands.
Her eyelids parted, and she was met with the perplexing reflection. A tired sigh left her lips before she opened the cabinet and took out her toothbrush. As she brushed her teeth, her mind began to soar. What was she going to do now?
