I glare at the small pond, showing a blurry reflection of my face. My white hair is braided in two and falls just above my bum and my face is smeared with mud. MY green eyes are shining with tears. I wipe it away.
“Rose.” I almost jerk in the pond with fright. It’s Blake.
“I just want to say I’m sorry about yesterday.” You better be. I want to click my tongue at him but force myself not to.
“No, it’s fine. I’m sorry too.”
“I just wasn’t thinking.” He strokes his bare stomach as guiltiness confronts his eyes.
“I understand, it’s fine.” I say wishing that he would go away and leave me alone.
“There’s something else.” He takes a cautious step towards me, making me sigh. I only hum in response as I keep staring at my reflection.
“You’re growing up now.”
“Sure.”
“You aren't tha
