Week #19 Fox Tales :The reflection

After what happened my soul never ceased to reproach me for not having taken another path, day after day try to hide the transformation of my countenance, behind a good makeup and clothing of the best designers. However none of this was able to appease the volcano of emotions inside of me, as escurrian fiery lava burning and without mercy, or rest. I began to notice that none of the attempts to change my appearance were able to keep hidden my biggest secret.
The days passed and to see that no one noticed my change, little by little I was forgetting how bad I was, until a holiday in the city, where the lights and the noise of the children in the fair took me quickly to my childhood, I decided to pose for a plastic artist, of those that just look twice can do wonders; his expression changed as he moved in the drawing and repeated "The eyes are the mirror of the soul". When he saw me in that drawing i realized, that there was nothing in the so-called reflecting mirrors of the soul, eyes without color and the expression of deep sadness, and in the end he had been uncovered my secret… that night by take that dark path, i was turned into a wolf after that bite, something that could have been avoided… Just the tranquil heart are able to see beyond what shows a look? The reflection of your eyes… you will be able to see it?