The
figure reflected against the mirror that stared straight at felt alien to
her. She watched on as the skin around
its mouth stretched out grotesquely and revealed a set of yellowing teeth.
There it was again, practicing another hopeless smile. She had long ago already
retreated into the depths of her skin, trying to put as much distance between
herself and life. Her body continued to move as always, smiling at the people
around her, working hard at it's job, the automatic routine that she had engraved into a husk by years of repetition. Days passed as she stared at a foreign life through a
pair vacant eyes. Her soul had lost touch with the body, no longer able to feel
anything anymore, her mind merely flickered through the scenes of the day as
if watching a movie. What had happened to her? Why was she no longer satisfied
with her life? Her life was fine: she had family, friends, and financial
stability; there was absolutely nothing for her to be upset about. Yet every
day she could feel herself become emptier as her emotions slowly faded away until all she could feel was exhaustion. And so, she buried herself away into the
depths of her physical self, the only self the people around her could really see.
