She looked at the image in that blackened mirror now, years later.
She didn’t want to, but that face of hers made her travel time, rekindle the past into unsettling flames.
To the dark night, the night her husband..
Her thoughts where interrupted by a voice, “its time”
And she got up, more petite than before, adorned in blue and silver, opening the door to self-destruction.
Surrendering to the hungriest of eyes.
For Zee, if she's reading.
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