ALEXIA:

Dad made chicken and chips for us as we sat in the living room to watch Dylan's live. I rested my head against Dad's chest, he gently caressed my hair while I ate my food from his lap.

Soon, Dylan's life started. The knot in my stomach tightened just by seeing his face. He looked so handsome even though his face looked different, different in an unexplainable way.

He sat on the bed in his bedroom, he wore hoodies that covered his curly dark ...