Those familiar brown eyes in front of me are staring as me so deeply as if staring into my soul.
I could see all the raw emotions. It was hard to not miss the pain and blame in them for I have been the cause of it.
They looked so tired. Tired of pretending.
Those deep pools of dark cinnamon swirls held so many secrets. Those only I knew.
Then in seconds, they went completely blank, free of any emotions, looking so foreign and distant.
It sounds like bad lyrics, but there's a stranger looking through the mirror.
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