Ice cold skin.

She giggled. "Calm down, Sayaka. Just trust me, you will be shocked.", she minded her own business. "She changed him, in a good way. I know people just by looking at her. She is a kind soul.", her smiled became even larger, emitting more positive energy.

"How can you be sure?"

"Just see."

She was frustrated, that her argument was thrown off. She flew out of the living room.

"And also, give her a set of clothes, will you? She is currently bathing.", her mother asked. She had no choice but to obey, its not like she would misbehave with her guests. But deep inside, she couldn't accept her, whoever she was. After all, her brother, who is usually doesn't do these stuffs, brought a girl home. Surely that girl can't be a good thing for him.

***

Meanwhile,

Ayane was standing inside the bathroom, with her soaked clothes, at a loss of what to do. Now what? She sighed, looking around the steamy bathroom, trying to figure out where the stuffs are at. She shivered again, at the contrast of the steamy bathroom and her ice cold skin, and her freezing wet clothes. The soaked clothes stuck with her skin like glue.

She sneezed. "I wonder if I would get a cold..."

She forcefully took off her wet clothes off that was annoyingly sticking to her skin. Her pale, uniform skin was much similar in colour to her golden hair, or maybe its just the lights of the bathroom. She looked over her fingers, it was wrinkled. She stayed in the rain for too long.

Her hair was sticking to her shoulders, too. She sat down on her bare knees, searching for a band she could tie her hair with inside her school uniform she put aside for now.

"Found it!", she smiled. She was lucky. She usually didn't put her band in her pockets. "Wow..."

She looked up at amazement at the full length mirror she laid eyes on. It was attached to the wall, intricate designs flowing down beside its two sides of it. It looked fancy, and expensive.

Her ego hit, as she got a perfect picture of her body. She inspected, twisting and turning around to examine every inch of her body... to see if she gained weight or not.

"Heh", she grinned. It was negative. Her form looked perfect. She placed the band in her mouth— still looking at the mirror— and tied it into a bun, before securing it with the band. Her eyes locked under her arm as she looked at the mirror. She touched her old bruise, that was indistinguishable from the rest of her smooth skin. It slowly healed, as if there was no bruise in the first place. She wandered into her past memories, clouding her mind, her eyes slowly dying again as she recalled those days...