#Chapter240

He puts it back down and walks to me, something small in his hand and holds it out casually, his face lightening with a hint of a shy smile.

“You may want this. Don’t think it should meet the furnace.”

I blink as my eyes focus on the black tube in his hand, confused for a second as to what I’m looking at, and I realise as my eyesight settles on it that it’s the red lipstick I lost the last time I lived here. The no longer manufactured shade of red that was always my signature colour. The exact shade of my hair. The one I looked everywhere...