Part twenty-two last continuation :)

iii.

Oh, he was being serious, alright.

Why did he have to be serious, she thought bitterly, anger suddenly building up. She didn’t know why but she was just so ticked off, at him, at herself, at everything. If only the both of them had not met each other.

She scolded herself for thinking like that.

She was losing her mind, she concluded when she felt the familiar stinging sensation in her eyes. That was probably why she was being such a terrible friend.

It has to be.

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Juri stared at the girl reflected in the mirror, all dolled up. Her eyelids painted in a shimmery light purple eye-shadow, eyelashes curled and were coated with mascara and lips so pink that she’d give Barbie a run for her money.

She traced the image of herself on the mirror slowly. The girl staring back at her looked nothing like her yet it was her. She smiled softly, remembering what had brought on this sudden want to embrace her femininity.

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“Are you Juri?” His bride-to-be had asked her when she saw Juri outside of the bridal shop. Juri stared in awe and thought, no wonder. If she was a poet like Shakespeare was, she’d compare the woman standing in front of her to a summer’s day. She briefly wondered how it would feel to be one, a woman. She was only but a girl.

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His reaction when he first saw her was priceless and would forever be kept in her mind.

It was then Juri had decided that make-up was now her best friend.


Part iii. of part twenty-two ends here :)

Hey there guys, it's been awhile. So, I originally had wanted to make this longer but I was scared that I'd ruin it by dragging it on and on. So I decided t end it here even though it seems to be an abrupt ending.