Day 66: Shadow

“Couples costumes are cheesy,” I said. “Let’s go to Touchdowns for burgers instead,” I said. But it’s my girlfriend’s sorority party and I can’t leave her hanging. Apparently, Captain Hook needs eyeliner.

“You’re going to love it,” Kenna says, smudging it with the pad of her finger. Her ginger-minty breath is warm on my cheek.

I’m about to say “Don’t poke my eye out,” but I’m quiet. She’ll be done faster if I stay still.

“All done.”

The mirror shows someone, me, I guess, but. My eyes, usually sad, are … intense, watchful. Dangerous. I stare.

“Holy shit.”

I’m fucking … beautiful.

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