“Christ," he said to the tiny reflection of himself that floated along the surface of his coffee, "You have become quite the maudlin sop, haven't you? Laughing softly, he rubbed a hand over his face. Step one on the road back to sanity, stop talking to yourself.” ReflectionMadnessSanityUnrequited LoveFaceSurfTalking To YourselfSoftlyFloatedCoffee LoveSop Book:Winterblaze Source: Winterblaze