“You aren’t the same person anymore”, she says with sorrow lacing her voice and tears in her eyes. “You don’t look the same. You don’t talk the same. You don’t smile anymore. What happened to you? How long are you going to be like this?” She asks so many questions that simply don’t have an answer. She can’t just be content with what is.
She begins to grow frustrated by the silence. “Maybe, you have just changed. Maybe I just need to get used to the new you.”
Finally she has resigned herself to the truth.
The image in the mirror still says nothing. Sadly, she turns off the lights and retreats into her safe place.