[Flashback]
Sniffles echoed in the small apartment as Lynsandra packed her things and prepared to move out. She kept wiping her tears, telling herself not to waver, not to linger. Deep in her heart, she knew Victor would come to her and try to sway her again.
Not because he loved her deeply, but because she knew he needed her.
As Lynsandra hugged a box to her chest, her steps slowed. She turned her head toward the mirror. Her eyes were slightly swollen, the tip of her nose red, and her entire appearance just looked… pathetic.
She pursed her lips as another large tear fell from her eye. Looking at herself — hair tied neatly but with strands spiking everywhere, oversized glasses, plain clothes — she realized what Victor had said was true.
She looked dull.
