LuckyCitrus

It was a new dawn, a new beginning, a new life. The tips of his digits glided over the cool surface of his reflection. Not a breath escaped as he became captivated by the gleaming figure in front of him. Those shy, soft olive eyes…were they once the eyes of a monster? Those thin, roseate lips…would his own voice sound from them? Those smooth, pastel-pink cheeks…he could almost feel your lips ghosting against them. His fingers slid off the mirror, and found themselves resting gently on his sculpted chest. Was that strong, loyal, beating heart really a pure one? On the other side of the glossy window, the brilliant sun was