Ten Years Later...
Her hair falls down her back in soft ringlets, the warm brown seeming almost mahogany when it catches the light. Her figure is slight but curvy, a fact that even her baggy clothing refuses to hide. Her skin is pale and it does not take enhanced eyesight to spot the delicate circuitry of the bluish veins beneath.
Others might call it alabaster or pasty or the most annoying—albino—but even they bite their tongues when she blushes. The complex swirls of blood, pumping into her cheeks as an artist would brush alizarin crimson on a canvas...are extraordinary.
I wonder if he misses it.
Author's Note: This was originally written for the Free For All contest on ADF. I wrote this immediately, then decided to lengthen it and... I forgot to post. Oh well.