Ava’s POV

I had been standing in front of the  round wall mirror in the bathroom for close to 10 minutes now.

 

My body refused to move, my eyes were glued on my pathetic reflection.

 

I looked hideous with my cheeks decorated by dried streams of tears .

 

The set of eyes that were staring back at me looked nothing like mine. Puffy and red obviously from the work they had been subjected to.

 

Flashy memories of what had happened the previous night were proving it difficult for me to get my emotions in check.

 

My mind refused to forget that exact moment he had his lips locked to Ariel's. 

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