Sometimes I wondered if Tiffany ever took her time to look at her reflection in the mirror.

She was perfect and I was beginning to see it with each day that passed.

Everything about her face was in proper structure and she would never need a surgery to get anything right.

The only thing I hated about her face was the way she was looking at me now.

She made it seem like I was doing something wrong and I needed redemption.

My life would always need remeption.

There was something about the way she looked at me that made me scowl whenever I was responding to her.

This time,...