Something about Ryan’s room caught Eileen’s attention. Not how it looked like—there was not much to take in from the way it looked. Unlike Eileen’s home, which was crowded with books, cushions, plants and framed pictures, Rayon’s place was clean and stark, somewhat similar to Finn...
you are already scratching your scalp, imagining those little buggers scurrying across your nape, laying waste to the hair follicles with tiny transparent balls of shame that you will spend hours, HOURS, gingerly picking off with your fingernails. Nightmare....