Scribble: If this were film, it'd probably be rated "R" in this damn country.

      The steam still lingered in the air, carelessly brushing over the mirror. Droplets rolling down her skin, she stared at the ghost on the other side, standing bare and wet.
      Instinctively, her fingertips found the small silver pendant just over her heart, still warm to the touch. Twirling and fondling the little gleaming tear, her eyes shifted to the little piece of silver held so delicately in her hand.
      With a smile, she quickly jerked her hand away, still clutching the little tear. The weathered and worn string snapped almost instantly, lingering just enough for a farewell sting. With a single clink, she set the discarded pendant atop porcelain, as her hand pressed a healing touch to the back of her neck.
      Looking up, she could see the clear reflection of short, damp bangs. Taking a step back, the ghost had faded, leaving behind a tearful smile and the bare skin over her heart.
      "No more tears, I guess," she mused, wiping a stray droplet from the corner of her eye, as her hand fell gently upon her chest. "Time to begin anew."