Kinsley
After letting Scott have a long talk with my dad about who he used to be in his past life, Scott is a complete and utter mess. I can see how knowing he used to be someone else pains him, and I can only imagine the identity crisis he must be suffering.
Poor Scottie…
How am I supposed to console him?
Not knowing what to say, I remain silent and look out through the window. We are both sitting on my bed, and I smile at the scenery outside.
The sun is just beginning to set in the sky and orange rays of light are filtered through the trees and casting my room in a strange light. It's beautiful outside, but Scott is more fascinating to study than the nature outside. His flawless fairy skin has an almost ethereal glow to it that the sun manages to highlight with its light.
Fairies
