The sketchbook in open in her lap, two years ago she would be drawing like crazy, the margin would be littered with tiny drawings, color would be bursting out from the paper, but instead, it’s empty, a pathetic line forgotten drowning in the emptiness of the page.
Her long blond curls have long started to change, usually they remain blonde, a result of the years she spent practicing control, but she no longer cares about it very much, and when her mind wanders, so does her appearance. Blonde became aquamarine, mixed with random purple highlights.
Hearing footsteps approaching, she looks up, expecting to see her sister-in-law but instead a pretty blonde is staring at her. “Is everything okay?”
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