The lights on the vanity shone with a powerful but kind glow, softly reflecting off her face’s smooth features. She gently patted blush onto her bare cheeks, accentuating her pale complexion. Her eyelashes were black as coal, lighter than she would have liked. The music box rested near several plastic containers holding many shades of powder, chiming a melody that glided through ones senses. A man and a woman danced upon the box, twirling in perfect grace. Neither of them ever faltered. Their expressions were ones of blissful satisfaction, expressions she had never seen on a human being before. This didn’t occur to her as significant, and she smiled as she glided the gloss over her thin lips. The song the music box played always made her happy.
She wore a rose-colored dress, the ribbon and lace tossed and strewn about in a way that was beautiful yet borderline chaotic. She stood in front of a full-length mirror, criticizing, scrutinizing, and suddenly spinning, ‘round and ‘round, mimicking the dancers in the box. When dizziness took over, she collapsed onto the harsh, wooden floor. She took a few quick breaths and got up again, stumbling at first, and took one last look in the mirror.
She gazed into his eyes over the table adorned with tall, white candles that were steadily burning out. Empty plates littered the tabletop until the waiter came to retrieve them. He had been acting suspiciously all night – reticent and distant.
“Is something wrong?” she finally asked.
“I just- I just think we should have some time apart.”
“Oh?” she asked in a quivering voice.
“I need time to think.”
He provided no further explanation.
She stormed into her apartment, ripping out all of the pins that had held up her blonde locks. She furiously wiped her eyes with the palms of her hands, causing the make-up to smear across her face. Her dress was wrinkled and tattered, along with her newly released hair that whipped about with every spastic motion of her body. Catching sight of the music box, she lifted it and threw it with all of her strength toward the wall. It had broken, but she craved more. She picked it up again, took a few steps back, and flung it toward the same wall. Now it was in pieces. She fell at her bedside and began to sob at the realization that she’d never hear the melodious song again.
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