The Walking Dead

She stared at the stranger infront of her, the pain in her eyes reminded her of the scars in her heart. She was a memory drained of all the vibrant colors of childhood. She was that black and white picture in a cracked frame. She was that happy woman before the world ripped her trust and made her bare, made her vulnerable like a delicate china. She stared at her reflection in the mirror and saw nothing she liked. ©reddragonfly