Gabriel's POV
I stood in front of my dorm mirror, clutching a bottle of blonde hair dye like it was a holy relic. The bathroom smelled like a chemical fire, the kind of scent that burns your nostrils and stays in your throat for hours. My scalp was stinging, a sharp, buzzing heat that told me I was probably melting my brain, but I didn't care.
I needed the light. I needed the glow..
When the timer finally dinged, I rinsed it all out. I didn't even dry it before I looked. My hair was a pale, straw like white. I reached for the pink tank top, the one I had seen Danny wear in that one photo back in October and slid it on.
It was a little tight around my ribs, making me look softer, smaller. Then came the blue contacts. They felt like grit in my eyes, making everything a little blurry an
