He looked at the mirror, a little bit surprised with the reflection that stared him back. He couldn’t even remember the last time he saw himself on the mirror.

Thinking about it now, it wasn’t THAT MUCH of a time, maybe two or three days. But it just felt like so much time have passed since then, and so many things happened,that now, looking at the boy reflected on the glass…

It seemed like a totally different person.

Not the scared, frail and tattered boy that waked up on a cold, dark forest once.

But maybe a less scared, less frail and definetely LESS TATTERED boy.

It probably was just the cool looking suit he was wearing.

He smiled, still.

“What Mum would think of me, now? All goodlooking like this.”

And the thought made him happy.

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