I looked upon the faces of her friends. Jessamine and Theresa were frowning slightly. Jessamine's purple eyes were locked on my own.
"What?" I asked indigently.
"Your eyes," Jesssamine muttered.
I opened my compact mirror. At first I saw the normal me. My bronze skin, hair and eyes. Then I looked closer.
"No. Just no. This can not be happening," I said, determined to ignore the obvious.
"Tara, it seems that your time as an angel has marked you more than your memories," Theresa said softly.
I looked in the mirror, and scowled at my new golden eyes.
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This will be where I will write short passages of fiction. I probably won't be doing any world building, so if you get confused, sorry.
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