The mirror reflected all her reactions after encountering him.
Panic, helplessness, excitement, tears, longing...
If she were still the old Rachel Foster, if there was still a trace of affection for him in her heart, then the scene playing out in the mirror would be the reality of this moment...
But one can hold on, cry, and grieve, yet never forget the pain... because it was this mistake she once made that led her into hell.
She closed her burning eyes and paused the images in the mirror, her mind eventually becoming a blank slate.
After taking several deep breaths, she opened her eyes, expressionless.
Looking at her heavily made-up reflection in the mirror, she smiled softly.
She could finally stop blaming herself. He was still alive and well, unaffected by her past complaints to fate.
Hating someone doesn't feel good, so she vowed never to hate anyone again. She hoped the past would fade away like a fleeting cloud, forever gone.
