She stares at the girl in the mirror.
She has beautiful blue eyes.
She examines her cheekbones, high and tall, traces her jaw line, impressed with the way it feels,
She shifts her shirt a little and smiles as a collarbone is revealed.
She ignores a knock on the door, knowing that it is him again.
Why does he even bother?
He gently pushes open the door when he hears no response,
And peeks into the room, where he sees her, standing, always in front of the mirror.
He holds back tears as he searches her face for something familiar,
But again, he only sees the difference and effect of their cruel taunts.
Her bones jut out, unattractively, her face is thin, gaunt.
Her lips lack the redness that had also once glowed on her cheeks.
He stares at the girl in the mirror.