Another From Earth

Taking large and purposeful strides, Asher made his way over, but the moment he reached her, all his momentum vanished.

Asher stood still, gazing at her face.

His elder sister.

How come he never appreciated this before? And how had he come to love her even when they hadn't even exchanged a word for over a year?

"Your hair is white… and short. Don't you enjoy combing your long hair anymore?" Mary asked, her lips pressed together.

"No one has ever combed it ever since you stopped," Asher replied, his voice slightly hoarse.

The other two weren't in his eyes. The only being reflecting in his beautiful eyes was Mary.

Her face, to be exact.

Mary pouted. "You must have cut it because you became a training maniac once again. Too busy to care for it huh? You were never used to other maids after all."