“Sadie?” You called from your shared bathroom. You were staring intently at the mirror, and your eyes squinted as you grasped the thin streaks of white hair from your head.

You had a certain fear of growing old — and now that it was showing, the concern in your face was obvious.

“God, you need to help me cut these off.” You grunted, meeting Sadie's gaze through the mirror once she entered the bathroom.