Orlando froze in place, but his eyes never left Kyra's figure. She was staring ahead with a bitter smile, her gaze devoid of hope as well as utter disgust towards herself. Yet, she had no choice but to force herself to keep moving forward.
Some believe it's impossible to truly evaluate ourselves, thinking only others can do that. Even a mirror fails to provide a perfect reflection.
But they're wrong.
Deep down, we often understand our flaws better than anyone else. Still, our natural defense mechanisms push us toward denial, shielding us from harsh truths.
That's how Kyra was. She closed her eyes to the truth before her because it was always easier that way. Then, she wouldn't have to face the pain from people's rejections.
Orlando pressed his lips together, his entire body stiff. He didn't know what to say, even though there was so much he wanted to discuss with his little sister. In the end, only his hand moved, reaching out to grasp Kyra's.
