After we'd finished painting, Poala promised to frame my likeness once it had fully dried. Multicolored, my skin shone a light purple, my hair a deep blue, and she'd turned the freckles scattered over my cheeks into stars. "It's you but night sky edition," was Kai's two cents. "I thought she was making you into one of those purple minions at first but . . . I kinda like it."
I thought I liked it too.
Being in that room, painting with everyone, watching them interact. There was no malice in their actions. They joked and smiled and there was a warmth that surrounded the group, a warmth I'd never witnessed before. Even with a creature like Xavier there, it had felt . . . safe.
It was a foreign feeling and I was certain it would be fleeting.
On my way to my room, I noticed the c***k
