She stared dejectedly out the window and tried to think of something else, or more specifically someone else. He said they couldn’t be together, but she knew they could. I didn’t matter if he was older, or poor. She knew he was dangerous but she loved him despite it. Slowly she stood, walked up to the cracked mirror hanging in the hallway, closed her eyes and strewed her face up in concentration. She let out a sigh when she finally forced herself to look and was again disappointed . Her hair was still stubbornly brown and a single tear escaped.