evangel quoss - d6 - wip

"How are you?"

Three words I am never asked. A question that sounds strange in my ears, and yet rolls easily out of my mouth in practiced perfection.

Nobody asks me this except me. Which, in turn, makes me a nobody.

I stare into my reflection, see expectance on my own face. She is waiting for me to answer. And my full lips let out stumbling words, barely audible. "I'm alright."

Staring down into the water, I watch as my own startlingly blue eyes bore into myself, making me squirm at the very sight of them. I'm so unused to seeing my reflection every glance is a shock. I let my view trail down my face as my short, stubby fingers slowly and idly scrub dishes. Everything hangs low on my face: my cheekbones, my brows, the ends of my eyes.