Somebody said recently that I have eyes like yours. Not just literally. Not just because they are blue. They said that I see like you too.
When I glimpse myself in the looking glass, your face looks out at me like a once-beautiful witch who is sickening under a curse. Those jewel eyes, losing their brightness. That pale skin and long black hair. It’s only the little pit by your left brow that isn’t there.
I see you everywhere.
If