This is the 1st of a six-post series.
We both stare at each other, not knowing what to do. I smile at her. She smiles back, weakly.
I look at her and wonder, Who is she? She looks like someone that I used to know but I feel like I don’t know her.
She could have been pretty but there is weariness in her young face. She is too young to wear that face. My heart aches for her. I look at her closely, searching her deep brown eyes. They are impenetrable. I have never seen such eyes before. Never before have I seen such sadness. No, I tell myself, she’s a stranger. You don’t know her.
The stranger stares at me, too. I wonder what she sees. Does she know me? It looks like she does.
She starts crying. I try to console her but I don’t know what to say. She’s a stranger, after all. I smile again, hoping she gets that it means everything will be alright. Again, she smiles back, weakly. Her eyes show that she knows I’m lying. She knows nothing is fine.
I sigh and watch her sob silently. It seems there is nothing more that I can do for her. But I can’t bear to leave her. For we are alone, the girl in the mirror and me.