She sat frozen on the bed while he marvelled at his masterpiece. He’d been merciless in the final deconstruction. There wasn’t anything left of her old self that she recognised. If she was honest, she stopped recognising herself in the mirror long ago. Over the years, he’d found fault in everything that made her unique, that made her who she was. He’d started slowly at first, just the odd criticism now and again. He’d said he was trying to help her be a better version of herself. She didn’t understand what was so wrong with who she was until he showed her. He kept showing her until she didn’t want to see herself anymore.
After his first alterations, it didn’t take long for her friends from before him to notice the changes he’d made with his scalpel. They tried to be supportive but couldn’
