She's just a decision to your left, a single decision that didn't change her life but now transfixes her soul with pain. She knows what it was; she hardly thinks of anything else. When she looks in the mirror, she can see herself not having made that choice. She sees the respite she will never have.
You are right to feel nervous when you stare for too long at the eyes on the mirror. She hates you, and she's trying to find a way in.
.finis.
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