Her shadow glided upon the walls, cracked a bit when passing hollow shelves and old paintings. A mirror reflected her for a short sigh; then she disappeared from the surface. A door creaked open and her body slipped in and out of the framed smiles and waves, still visible beyond layers of dust. Her face hovered on one of them; the only picture where she was not alone. A single tear blurred the figure away and she was gone.

The image of her gazed back from the metal; sad but cold and determined. For a brief moment it revealed a white wrist with purple vein. Then she stared into her own face on the pooling red, conscious of the fact that her own reflection was all she would see now.

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