Ruined Plans
She sighed, setting the makeup brush down and moving her hair out of her face. Her makeup was finally done; she felt absolutely radiant for her night out.
He came up behind her and placed his hands on the back of her chair, studying her reflection intently.
After a moment, he raised his thumb to his mouth, licked it, and roughly dragged the moistened digit down her eye and the side of her face.
“As if you thought you were going out looking like that,” he tossed over his shoulder as he walked out of the room.
Your time doesn’t matter. Your effort isn’t real. And your mirror is full of lies.
You are nothing but an illusion, and easily wiped away..