The figure of a femme was seen while she sat upon the remains of a broken desk as she seemed to be looking at a large mirror. The reason to why it was there she knew not yet she had just figured it was an old mirror for a cosmetology class. Her hands held on to her head, covering her ears from all she could hear, voices of the past she preferred to ignore.
Zack's red locks were cropped short and a small white hat was placed over them, a confused creature perching on top of it. A simple white corset-like shirt was seen upon her, a long sleeve pink one under that and jeans upon her.
Her voice was soft as she spoke.
Mirror, mirror on my wall, who’s the fairest of them all?
Yet the mirror was broke, as many things and did not respond.
She sighed softly, not allowing herself to cry as she still kept her hands in a futile attempt to shield her ears and her legs up tight against her chest.
Zack's red locks were cropped short and a small white hat was placed over them, a confused creature perching on top of it. A simple white corset-like shirt was seen upon her, a long sleeve pink one under that and jeans upon her.
Her voice was soft as she spoke.
Mirror, mirror on my wall, who’s the fairest of them all?
Yet the mirror was broke, as many things and did not respond.
She sighed softly, not allowing herself to cry as she still kept her hands in a futile attempt to shield her ears and her legs up tight against her chest.