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aeiou1111 t1_j116y2u wrote

Every morning I'm met with her gaze, her grey glacier eyes pierce through me. What is she thinking about when she sees me?

I look closely, and try to observe her facial expressions.

Celeste has smiled with me, cried with me and has even yelled at me a few times. But no matter what, I am here for her whenever she needs me.

Every morning, every night.

Tonight her eyes were puffed and watery, my poor girl. Grabbing a face cloth she wiped off her dripping mascara tears, only to cry some more.

"I hate you" She cries out to me, covering her eyes as she does so. She cannot even bring herself to look at me. It hurts, because when

I look at her, all I see is an angelic beauty, with the most perfect brunette locks and siren blue eyes. I just want her to see what I see,

but I don't think that she does.

A projection, in her reflection, there's so little I can do about it. I can only show her honest beauty, but it is up to her whether

she wants to see it or not.

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