After rifling through my closet for what felt like forever, I finally settled on a white top tucked into a pair of army green cargo trousers. Comfortable. Neutral. Safe. I wanted to look casual, like someone who didn't have a mountain of secrets packed into their backpack.
To tie it together, I added white flats, a vertical infinity loop necklace, and a pair of simple diamond studs. I let my hair fall loose, added a quick swipe of gloss to my lips, and brushed a bit of blush onto my cheeks. Just enough to look like I hadn't spent the past few days dragging myself through emotional mud.
I stared into the mirror for a long moment. I looked… normal. Like any regular, living, breathing human. You'd never guess the things I'd seen. The things I was still processing.
The face that looked back at me now was a far cry from the girl I'd been at the party—the one with the striking blue eyes and a halo of blonde curls. I looked softer now. Warmer, maybe. Less polished. More me.
