IRENE

I stood in front of the mirror in the toilet, I watched as my hands were unstable as sweat filled my palms. I was anxious as hell.

The most bitter part of the whole feeling I was getting was that the guilt in me was fading, and I could feel inside of me though it wasn't so reflective like my upright image in the mirror.

I leaned my head against the wall, tilted it up, and as I glanced at my watch again on my left hand.

He gave it to me as a gift last year, and thinking back to it— It had become one of my favorites....