"I'm not gonna get involved with anyone anymore", she said. She stared at her own reflection in the mirror, trying to believe those words. How many times had she promised herself that it was the last time? She started to laugh. There was always new people out there, new stories, new experiences. No matter how cold her heart could get or how thick her armour would be. Sooner or later, she knew, a smile would tell her what was about to come. And before she could even notice, a kiss would bring a special message to her rational self: it's worth the risk. One last time.
