You see, she was beautiful. Not beautiful in the sense of ethereal captured in marble, or the boldness of old Hollywood glamour. She was soul beautiful. She carried herself with a strength that enveloped you, made you want to dance in the depths of who she was. There was a non-conformity that raised her beyond…
And so, as he stepped from his bedroom onto the heated tiles of his bathroom floor, it happened. It was a single unexpected glance at himself, a millisecond in which he saw another man staring back, with a look so raw and exposed that he was cracked wide open. Hit by an insight at once…
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