Sitting in front of an old mirror she extends her hand lightly till she touches the mirror. She notices her pale skin and her long black hair. Her long black silky hair had begun to curl up and onto her shoulders. She began to weep softly as if no sound can be heard. She looks to the side and there’s a picture of a man. She picks it up with a shake in her hands bringing the picture to her side. She helds it beside her and see’s the reflection of herself and of this man. Weep is what she did.
What is the reason of her sadness? Can you guess?
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