x: recovery

You saw her from the corner of your eye. A beautiful girl, just about your age, with the most beautiful stark white hair and eyes bluer than the sky itself. Beautiful and graceful were two things some would describe her as. You didn't particularly care, you were just drawn to her as one would to a beautiful painting.

And when she saw you looking...

She blew a raspberry at you.

That's when you knew you'd get along.