Meanwhile, Kaelith had also returned to school. At last, he found the chance to properly sit down with Jaden, and for a short while, things between them seemed to fall into a comfortable rhythm again.
That afternoon, Kaelith sat in his dormitory room before the mirror of his dressing table. The soft light of the lamp illuminated his reflection as he carefully combed through his freshly trimmed hair, working a small amount of curling gel into the strands. His delicate fingers twisted one curl at a time, shaping it until the blonde locks shimmered with a defined bounce. For a fleeting moment, he admired the way the golden hue caught the light, satisfied with the precision of his touch.
