May 19, 2014
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A hand goes to her hair, gently running her fingers through brown locks. The moment her hand left her hair, so did a few dozen strands, which fell limply to the ground. Her skin has turned paler with time, and once bright blue eyes now stare back at her lifelessly through the mirror above the bathroom sink, red and puffy as another tear spills down her cheek.
In all her years of insecurity, Audrey has never felt so... ugly. A small sob escapes her just as there's a knock on the door, and she clears her throat, quickly wiping her tears and going to pick up the hair that had fallen, throwing it into the trash. "I- I'm fine---- I'll be out in a minute."