I stare at myself at the mirror and fix my black dress. My eyes are tired and I'm so pale, but the redness of my nose and around my eyes sees the other sorrowed look. I put my white doll shoes and get my pony to tail my hair, on the top. I sigh heavy practicing the inhale and exhale before getting the thin blue scarf that I never take off, it still has his scent and my perfume on it. These days, I know that his been around, but I barely notice his presence. Everyone of them.
I wrapped it around my neck, it become out of style but not to my eyes. I wipe the single tear that spilt before I turn around and go out of my room wearing my aviator. They are all waiting on the hall near the front door. I saw them turning their heads at me.
I holt and staggering, with their stares that tells me
