They call me vain and self-absorbed. It’s true that I have a face so beautiful it might make angels weep. It’s true I check my face in every mirror I pass, but they don’t understand.
He haunts me day and night, and all I can do is try to please him. I’ll know I’ve done enough the day I look in a mirror and see not a smug, grinning devil, but the face I was born with looking back.
But it’s been so many years, and I don’t know when I will ever repay my debt.
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