Amelia and Marcus stay up the entire night just snuggled up against each other, the atmosphere in the study tender and warm. Slowly, night gives way to day and dawn breaks, streaming in soft light through the windows, chasing away the darkness and the chill.
Marcus shifts a bit, turns his upper body to face Amelia and places his hands on her shoulders, gently holding her away from him and keeping her at arms length. He stares at her with bright eyes filled with curiosity and wonder.
“You look so different…” he breathes out. Using a hand, he lifts a lock of her hair and rubs it between his fingertips. In place of the jet black hair she used to have, she now possessed ethereal looking white hair. Her honey brown eyes had also become striking silver ones.
Amelia equally touches her hair, “
