Mirror

There were times when they both laughed at the same time.

His words could always bring a smile on her face; and her finger touches could release the wrinkle between his eyebrows all the time.

It’s a matter of time.

Just the question is where the time would lead them.

One day she wakes up in a warm and humid summer morning, washes her face and gets some cold water to refresh her mind after a long sleep. Standing in front of the mirror, suddenly, she finds what she sees right in front of her is like when she thinks of the idea of “us”.

Her attitude of feeling upset reflects his ignorance; his sense of being disappointed reflects her distance.

The sunlight shining on her tired image in the mirror on that morning seems extra definite than any other daylight, crystal clear. Yet it starts blurring her eyes.

Sketch is by courtesy of Jill Chien.