I looked at myself in the mirror, brushing my dark brown hair while I was waiting for the elevator to arrive.

I didn’t know why but everytime I saw myself it was like a memory of Lucas, we were so into each other, his soft brown eyes staring at mine as he was kissing me deeply on the lips and my fingers were running through his beautiful long brown hair, pulling him closer to me. My lips were still feeling his touch when the elevator doors opened, I immediately walked out and hurried toward the club that I worked at. It was almost midnight and everyone was already gone. I...