Vanessa.
I woke up before my alarm went off, not because I'd slept well… but because I'd barely slept at all. The ceiling of my room was my only companion for hours. Alexander's words were still there, stuck like needles that just won't come out.
I close my eyes for a second as I stand in front of the bathroom mirror.
I take a deep breath. I look at myself… I'm… fine. My face looks normal. There are no visible traces of last night's disaster. My eyes aren't as puffy as they should be. My skin is still flawless. My hair falls perfectly over my shoulders. No one would guess that inside I'm a wreck, and that… that's what I do best. Fixing up my appearance to hide what I can't handle on the inside.
I pick up my makeup brush and carefully apply it to my skin.
"Come on…" I say to mysel
