He was gone, now. Every morning, while I was checking how I look or doing my makeup, he would come up behind me, hold me, and stare at my reflection with me. He would smile, kiss my neck, tell me I’m beautiful. His reflection didn’t appear this time. He was gone. I stared into the mirror willing him to come back. I stared into my own eyes. I had dark circles under them from lack of sleep and cryin...