"If you're happy and you know it, fake a smile."

Not taking the hint, my reflection remained gloomy and miserable. He looked fragile, like he was going to break down at any moment. I wanted to hug him. I wanted to tell him that everything was going to be okay, even if it wasn't.

Even if I didn't believe it.

Spinning the tap, the sharp screech flooding the otherwise silent room, I splashed the cold liquid against my face, squeezing my eyes shut.

Pulling away, tiny droplets leaking from me, I shook my face like a dog.

"Sad Asa, Happy Asa, something about a llama Asa?"

Drying my face, I...