And then one day, it all just stopped. She saw it change, the colour of her eyes, not once, not twice, but three times.
It turned from black to grey. It was not the kind of grey that looked adorable with kohl filled eyes but the kind that made smiles disappear from happy faces.
Then it turned from grey to red, not the red colour of love that is there but the one that could make you feel the pain in the very core of your spine, your spirit, your life.
Later it turned back to black. That's when she saw them, the demons, her demons. She had heard of them. This was the first time she witnessed them in her own eyes, the same eyes she adored for being so black that it was impossible to not see a beautiful night when looked into them.
And there they were, just sitting, smirking at her, challenging her every time she smiled. She tried blinking her eyes, nothing happened. It seemed they were there to stay.
Next thing she did, turned away from the mirror. Never looked at it again. She was too scared to meet them again. And then it just stopped, her standing in front of the mirror, combing her hair, smiling at her own reflection.
Her hair were messy all the time now. The demons didn't like it, tried settling at her lips.
She believes she won this time. -Megha Missen
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