I saw her. Yes, her, the woman who was always dressed in black, she also had black wings, just like I imagined her. She came to my dreams last night. She had the same hair as me, only darker. She had the same eyes as me, only wetter. She was me. But she was deppresed, she was sad. Red tears were slowly rolling down her eyes and wrists. She was standing in the darkest corner of my room, avoiding the light. I took my hand to remove a piece of hair away from my face, she did the same, she was my reflection. I came closer to her and smiled weakly, she did the same. Then she stretched her scratched wings and flew up to the light.