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Why? Why is all that repeats
within her mind. The fragments of everything she knew; she was; no longer fits together within her mind. She stared at the reflection upon the mirror. Drawn to her features as she used to be. Staring closely she could only see a fragment of her old self.

The woman’s eyes looked heavy, filled with doubt and anger. No longer pure, lovely with life and love. Her face seemed to have gained a decade or two, near the end of her prime that was so well used to over the years.

Hair darkened, still beautiful, shortened, the twin pony tails now pig tails. Marks running along her cheeks and eyebrows, a blend of her former bright eye color and her current. Touching her faces she can feel the marks cold as she felt days before.

Empty as she feels now. She tried to scratch them off, scarring her face, bleeding heavy as her tears as she cries out in pain. Then the pain stopped, staring at the mirror the marks returned. Bleeding sopped and flesh whole again. Only proof of clawing those marks was her nails still dripping with the red life of her body. In a fit she took the bloodied hands, slashing at the mirror and yelping as shards embedded within her hands and flew to her face. Only now she can at least feel something that’ll never change. The air grew heavy with her blood as she kept a shard within her right palm as she laid to the floor.

“Rynako. That is who I am. Fallen forever I become,” she muttered, drifting off as she feels the pain comforting.

Description
Why? Why is all that repeats
within her mind. The fragments of everything she knew; she was; no longer fits together within her mind. She stared at the reflection upon the mirror. Drawn to her features as she used to be. Staring closely she could only see a fragment of her old self.

The woman’s eyes looked heavy, filled with doubt and anger. No longer pure, lovely with life and love. Her face seemed to have gained a decade or two, near the end of her prime that was so well used to over the years.

Hair darkened, still beautiful, shortened, the twin pony tails now pig tails. Marks running along her cheeks and eyebrows, a blend of her former bright eye color and her current. Touching her faces she can feel the marks cold as she felt days before.

Empty as she feels now. She tried to scratch them off, scarring her face, bleeding heavy as her tears as she cries out in pain. Then the pain stopped, staring at the mirror the marks returned. Bleeding sopped and flesh whole again. Only proof of clawing those marks was her nails still dripping with the red life of her body. In a fit she took the bloodied hands, slashing at the mirror and yelping as shards embedded within her hands and flew to her face. Only now she can at least feel something that’ll never change. The air grew heavy with her blood as she kept a shard within her right palm as she laid to the floor.

“Rynako. That is who I am. Fallen forever I become,” she muttered, drifting off as she feels the pain comforting.