The evening crept in softly, the sky painted in streaks of fading gold and deepening indigo. Alisha sat cross-legged on her bed, her damp hair falling in loose waves over her shoulders, carrying with it the faint scent of lavender from her shower.
The green strands of her hair shimmered faintly under the evening light pouring in through her window. Days ago, she would've scrambled for a cap or scarf, desperate to hide. But now? Now she tilted her head proudly, letting the emerald hue frame her delicate face. It was no longer a curse, she realized,it was part of her. Maybe even a symbol of her inner self that she was learning to embrace. She wore a simple satin robe, its silky texture brushing against her skin, cool and comforting. The day had been long, and finally, she allowed herself to sink into a moment of peace.
