The End

Blake stood still, looking at Marissa, who was gazing at herself in the mirror. The soft light from the window cast a gentle glow on her, but he could still see the sadness in her eyes.

"Is there something wrong?" Blake asked, resting his chin gently on Marissa's shoulder, trying to offer her comfort with his presence.

"I don't know…" Marissa's voice was quiet, almost as if she was afraid to voice her feelings. Her eyes remained fixed on the reflection of herself. "Have you ever felt sad, like when you feel like your body is not yours anymore?" She turned slowly, facing Blake as she asked the question.

Blake raised his brows, not quite understanding what she meant. "What do you mean? Your body is yours, Marissa. What's making you feel this way?" His voice was soft, concerned, but he couldn't quite grasp the depth of her words.