NATALIE.
I wake up with a loud gasp. Like u had just come out of water and panting hard.
I can still feel her warmth and the effect of her brightness.
The room looks dull compared to before, an aftereffect of her light, I suppose.
"Natalie?" Damien murmurs, sleepily.
I look over at him to see him stretching his hands on the bed, searching for me.
"Natalie?" he calls before snapping his eyes open. "Natalie!"
"I am here," I say in reassurance as I reach for him. "I am right here."
He calms down noticeably before freezing, eyes wide in shock staring at me.
"What?" I ask. "Is there something on my face?" I ask as I rub my hands to wipe off any drool.
"No," he whispers. "No. Natalie, your hair?"
"My hair? What about it?'
"It's silver."
What?!
"What?!" I exclaim as I reach for my hair, pulling the strands to my face.
Sure enough, my glossy, beautiful, black hair has done stark white.