Seatmate

A/N: Song For The Background 15 step ~ By Radiohead

I stepped closer to the mirror, my hand sliding down my mini-skirt. I added little weight, I wasn't as skinnier as I was growing up, and even though I stopped physical aging at 17, I looked mature enough for my age now.

Birthdays were no use but at least I was alive to celebrate them, I might as well enjoy the process. My features were more defined than ever and my strawberry blonde hair was darker now, no longer in curls but in soft waves, cascading down my features and reaching the middle of my back.

I set my turtle neck sleeve shirt properly, before instinctively caressing the little silver pendant necklace I wore. It was a ritual each day before I left—the source of peace I needed—the reason I decided to move on.

Snapping out of my cynical state, I grabbed my coat, put it on, and took my bag, stepping out of the room. I was greeted by Tessa.

"Tessa" I gasped.