"I can’t see you disappear behind a disguise," Killian's words were said with a bit of melancholy that I didn’t know he could possibly hold. When I asked him later why is that?
"The more you master the identity you are wearing the more you lose yourself," he looked into my eyes steady, yet there was something chaotic about it too.
"It will slowly deconstruct your sense of identity."
I know what he meant when I looked myself in the mirror that day, an almost sick kind of relief washed over me. Instead of my sea-green eyes I was looking back at the dark eyes. The brown skin, there was a mole on the side of the cheekbone. It wasn’t just a disguise it was a different skin… and it felt… wonderful.
I am not Mila Anderson anymore.
"But who you are will, never change, " the familiar haunting
