I lifted the cloth that kept the reflections from me. It had been a while since I last tried to see through the veil, into the mirror at the end of the hall. I steeled myself and dragged my eyes up the figure in front of me. The dark denim of their jeans, the bloodstained shirt tucked into the waistband, and the sickly pale skin leading up to a ghastly face. Their eyes were sunken and heavy, but their mouth was pulled into a wide energetic grin. Their hair was matted down with sweat and blood. Staring into this face behind the glass, my body tenses.

I buried her so I wouldn’t have to see her face anymore, but now she won’t leave me alone.