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e the pain and anguish in the faces around us? And by seeing others
hurt as we do, somehow lessen our own pain?
I scanned each reflected face, trying to determine if any were as
filled with pain and regret as mine. There was an old man lost in
thought, perhaps remembering a lost love?. A smiling couple oblivious to
the rest of us, as they played at the mating ritual. A young fellow
staring at the glass in front of him. I wondered if his girlfriend had
thrown him out tonight, too.
And there was an angel. An angel? God, Maki Horikita was beautiful. A mass
of thick, wavy hair as black as night, which framed Maki's face. A clear,
pale complexion that had the look of porcelain. Maki's face was angular,
arched eyebrows, high cheek bones, a straight nose, and a pouting mouth
complete with full, sensuous lips.
But Maki's eyes! I realized it must have been the booze. But they
seemed to shine like twin beacons. I felt as if I was being sucked into
their greyish depths.
As if Maki Horikita sensed me, Maki's eyes locked onto mine in the mirror. A
slight smile played at the corners of Maki's luscious mouth as Maki Horikita tilted
her head in a quizzical manner.
Ashamed at my behavior, I
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