The rain tapped gently against the windowpane, a rhythm soft and steady, like the echoes of a memory that refused to fade. Amelia sat alone in her small apartment, wrapped in a blanket that could not quite reach the chill within her chest. The quiet was heavy. All around her were things that once had meaning: the book they read together, the plant he gave her on their anniversary, the sweater that still smelled faintly of him.
He was her first love. The kind that made the world feel brand new, like every sunrise was just for them. And when he left—when the relationship ended without the kind of closure she had always imagined—it felt like the sun had stopped rising altogether.
That night, unable to sleep, Amelia wandered into the bathroom. She flipped on the light and stared into the mirror. The woman staring back looked like her but didn’t feel like her. Her eyes were ringed with red from crying, her lips downturned in quiet sorrow. She touched the cold surface of the glass with her fingertips, as if trying to reach through it and comfort the broken version of herself on the other side.
“Who are you now?” she whispered, her voice cracking.
Tears welled up again, not from the memory of him this time, but from the ache of not knowing how to move forward. She didn’t want to forget him. But she also didn’t want to live inside the absence he had left behind.
She turned off the light, stepped back into the stillness of her room, and sat by the window. The rain had stopped. Streetlights glowed on wet pavement, casting reflections that shimmered like soft pastel paintings. For a moment, she closed her eyes and imagined herself walking down one of those quiet streets—not to escape, but to arrive somewhere new.
In that silent moment, something inside her shifted—not a miracle, not a full healing, but the faintest breath of peace.
Maybe, she thought, moving on wasn’t about forgetting him, or pretending it never mattered. Maybe it was about learning to carry the memory without letting it weigh her down.
The next morning, Amelia got up early. She combed her hair, washed her face, and smiled softly at her reflection. The sadness was still there, but it no longer defined her. It was part of her story—but not the end.
She took a deep breath, opened the door, and stepped into a new day.
"Mirror After Rain"
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[Verse]
The rain falls soft on the windowpane
It whispers low like a sad refrain
Her eyes meet hers in the mirror’s glass
A face once bright now shadowed past
[Chorus]
Oh mirror tell me who I am
The tears have carved what love began
Though broken now I’ll stand once more
A heart will mend though bruised and sore
[Verse 2]
Each droplet sings a sorrowed tune
The clouds conceal the silver moon
She lifts her hand to touch her face
A fragile girl in a hollow space
[Chorus]
Oh mirror tell me who I am
The tears have carved what love began
Though broken now I’ll stand once more
A heart will mend though bruised and sore
[Bridge]
The rain will fade the storm will cease
And with the dawn there comes release
Her gaze grows firm her breath is deep
A promise made a soul to keep
[Chorus]
Oh mirror tell me who I am
The tears have carved what love began
Though broken now I’ll stand once more
A heart will mend though bruised and sore
