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Nova stared at herself in the mirror. She examined her unkept raven black hair. Her midnight blue eyes.
Then her gaze shifted to the figure behind her.
A woman that looked a few years younger than her, like 18 bordering on 19, but a voice that sounded much younger. Hair and eyes red like an apple. Constantly having a smug look on her face as if it was the only emotion she could ever feel.
Her tormentor. Sana.
"Hello? Anyone home in there?" Sana asked after a few seconds. "Are you just going to stare at yourself the whole time? You wouldn't want to be late for your date with Nikita!" Sana teased, but not in a good way.
"We're just therapist and patient, Sana." Nova said, turning to her. "Sure, whatever. Like I don't know about what your dreams about her are like." Sana replied, sarcastically. Nova sighed and reached for the familiar orange pill bottle that she could technically consider her second best friend. She took her dose and walked out the bathroom, grabbing her headphones from her nightstand and her coat from the living room couch on the way out.
The walk there was the same as always. Out the apartment building's lobby, down the street to the bus stop, to the outskirts of downtown, where Nikita's office was.
Now that she took her medication Sana wasn't as loud anymore. It was kinda like putting a very weak tape over her mouth. Nova could still see her and hear her voice, but nova couldn't make out the words Sana would be saying.
Nova's headphones were halfway to full volume. She was quietly singing along to the song she was listening to.