Chapter 29: That Night
Camilla was standing completely still in front of her broken mirror, marveling at her reflection. The brown eyed girl glanced over the remaining glass sticking onto the mirror. A c***k runs across the glass, discovering the fragility that were once unseen. Camilla chuckled at the sight. From perfect mirror, to something belonging in the trash. Things happen faster than the naked eye can appreciate it seemed. Camilla slowly reached for the fractured glass, gracing it ever so slightly with her index finger. Then, like a coil suddenly relieved of tension, the fragments fluttered down like little flickers of light. The bitter shards of glass littering the floor lent the room a sense of cynical abandonment. Camilla glanced around the empty room, paranoid. Her eyes quickly
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