C30 29. ONLY CUPID COULD DO

CAELUM

My head felt like it is splitting in two.

I breathe out, trying to shield my face with my hand only to let it out, grinding my knuckles on my forehead as I groaned. I stared up at my reflection as the great circular mirror looms above me – My hair sticks out in every direction imaginable as though I have been electrocuted by lightning