Eye contact

Eons. It had been that long since last someone looked upon her and lived to tell about it. She once was marveled at. Once, she was the envy of everyone, loved for her beauty. But now, she was cursed by that same beauty that she had been known for.

Nobody would make eye contact with her anymore. And sure, at first, there was something fun about the power that came with knowing that. And yes, there were times that she was able to use it to her advantage, it wasn't like she really wanted for anything...

And yet, sitting there, she took a furtive glance at a mirror. A feat of courage she rarely had the will to do. Yes, this was the face of a monster. Surely nobody would ever love her again. In that moment, looking in the mirror, assuming that she would be the only one to ever make eye contact with her again, and hating the image she saw, Medusa cried.

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