I always covered the mirror with the scarves, So that the unusual reflection from it wouldn't bother me anymore. The most terrific day of the year was just right in front of me, the day I saw a knot tied around your neck, the day I saw your veins turning blue, the day you inked down that letter with your blood cut open at your wrist. "Why you left?". Nobody could make out. But I wasn't always sure as to why you always appeared on the mirror, confusing me. I always covered "it" with scarves, so that the unusual reflection wouldn't bother me much. But as the clock struck 1:13AM everyday , the scarf coveri
