A deep etched frown appeared on his face as he looked at himself in the mirror, he seemed different, and there was something in his eyes. A deep seeded something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Narrowing his eyes he peered a little closer.
Was it love? No, it wasn’t that at all. Love didn’t put a dark edge to your eyes, it changed them, but it didn’t make them darker, even spiteful. That was how they looked down. Dark and filled with the need to get what he wanted no matter what.
Yes. It was love that had changed him, and it wasn’t for the better.
As he starred at his reflection he saw deceit and greed. A man that would do anything to get what he wanted. He would make people lie; he would steal and try to make things go his own way just to get the woman he loved.
Looking into the mirror he no longer saw the lawful policeman he had been. He saw the eyes and soul of the teenager who would do anything to get his own way.
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