I’m an audience for decades now but no one knows I’m watching.
“Ssshhh,” I whispered to myself.
Hiding behind my wooden closet across my huge mirror, trembling with fear, I am finding it hard to breathe.
“Please, Lord, don’t let them see me, please, oh please.”
“You’re such a beautiful lass,” I giddily tell myself as I stand in front of my antique mirror.
I’m finding it hard to apply my eyeliner. Argh! Why can’t I control my nerves?
Yep. I’m too excited, for him to see me.
Blood. My little toe is surely bleeding now.
I tried to go out quick and get a bandage.
I am almost near across the mirror, when I heard loud footsteps.
One hour. That’s how long, or maybe how short, our first date was.
I can’t remember the details but it was great! Because I invited him here at my room!
As I sneak a look at his handsome face reflected in my mirror, I know my decision is right.
I tried to be as small as I can be. I tried to stop any noise from me, even my own ragged breathing.
But I can hear the soldiers’ voices, in foreign language, go louder as they come near me.
I want to take a peek at the mirror again. But I stopped myself.
I know it’s too late now to be such a conservative lady.
It’s already 2015, so it’s no big deal. This is love at first sight, indeed.
How did I know? Well, he just wrote ‘I love you’ in my mirror!
I almost jumped when someone grabbed me.
Now he’s dragging me towards my bed as his two comrades cheer him up.
I screamed, to no avail.
I looked at myself in the mirror, as he lay me down on my own bed.
I am seeing myself, for the last time.
I know I almost planned for this but I am still somehow surprised when he started kissing me.
His lips are now invading mine, I like it at first but… I’m feeling a bit uneasy now.
I tried to push him away as he tries to lay me down.
“Wait, wait, wait,” I said as I try to stop him.
“No!” he shouted.
My eyes went wide, as through my mirror I see him pull out a pocket knife.
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