Five white fingers released its hold on the smooth wooden frame and hovered over the thin coat of glass before gently caressing its clean surface. Her reflection started shining in its glory as the rays of the sun leaked through her window touching the glass with its infinite light. The girl stared at her reflection for a moment examining her indigo hime-styled bangs and pale complexion but then her image became distorted as the sun was enshrouded by a large, passing cloud. Her eyes then immediately came in contact with what the glass was protecting for all these years.
A delicate and old photo was beneath it, staring back at her. Four people stood in the picture all of them putting on the faces they felt comfortable with. She remembered how she felt right before the photo was taken. It was pure joy. But that was the past. Memories full of moments loathing to be re-lived, but she knew just how impossible the idea seemed.