Desiree

Chapter Eighty

Desiree.

He ushered me to the mirror and we stood in front of it.. I was confused, what did he want to do? I have been really confused by his reaction so far, even when I told him that Sylvester told me about Vanessa and how she aborted his child, he didn't even flinch. He still held me tight close to his chest, calming me down while I cried my heart out.

His gestures heal a wound I never thought was there.

“Look in the mirror, please Desiree!” his words rolled out softly, pleasing to my ears.

I did look up in the mirror and I saw nothing but my messed up face and my hair all over my Face.

I looked ugly when I cried, at least that was what Harry said that night.

“You look ugly when you cry like that!” Harry whispered..

I have never felt more ashamed of my tears, more ashamed of being weak, like I'm not human???

“What do you see?” Killian voiced his tone firm and certain that he knew what he was doing.

“Me!” I simply replied.

He placed his hand on my shoulder and began