Reflecting towards the mirror,
She viewed what lays beneath the skin.
Her colourless eyes roamed around her body, head to toe, inspecting the fine details only she could see.
Lost in a trance, as time passes by she finally stopped and stared direct into those same eyes which once held hope but now remain mist of smoke. And she wondered where it all went wrong.
Nice first piece, Fatima. It came across as quite a melancholic reflection from your protagonist.
I got a little lost at one point. When you said that her “colourless eyes roamed around her body” I somehow had visions of her eyes moving around her body and didn’t realise you were referring to the observer observing the reflection.
Also, I wonder if “reflecting” is the right first word to use. The mirror reflects. Or you can “reflect about/over things” if it’s used to mean “think” - but in this case I think it’s the mirror that’s doing the reflecting. Perhaps a verb like “glancing” might have fit better here instead :)
I would have loved to understand more of the background story here - is she really a fallen angel? Why is she sad? Is she human or something else?
Great first post, though! Keep it up :)