Twenty-three years ago~

I leaned against the kitchen counter as Byron shrugged his shoulder in response to my question. I was beginning to get used to his blond hair and the shape of his nose. The old Neal had been hit in the nose when he was younger, making it wider and less defined. The plastic surgeons had straightened as well as thinned it. Remarkably, it gave him a completely different look. What would never change were his green, almost golden, eyes. I don’t ...