Fifty Three.

Dylan

"You okay in there sweetie?" Came through the door accompanied with a soft knock, but it still startled me. I had been standing in the small restroom just staring at my own reflection and I got lost in thought.

The person I saw when I was washing my hands caught me off guard and she was the one who had drawn my attention and pulled me out of the confusion I had left behind in my room.

As soon as the door had closed to my room the warmth and calm feeling that I hadn't realized I was enjoying started seeping away. Missing it had helped the questions sink in to fill up the emptiness.

Golden eyes sat in the smooth ivory face that was neither sunken in, dry, or faded, but rather bright soft, and supple. Her face was framed by lush mahogany hair with wisps of scarlet strewn between.