what a beautiful girl, you think to yourself.
her hair cascades over her shoulders, in loose golden ringlets.
her eyes, a colour the ocean itself would envy.
her lips refined and pink, like the bud of a rose.
she stands and smiles, a radiant smile.
you smile back.
you take a step forward, as she does too.
you stretch your arm out to grasp her delicate hand,
and instead are met with the cool surface of the mirror.
you stand in front of the mirror, eyes open wide,
and suddenly you don't think the girl is beautiful anymore.