Soft sounds of hair being brushed filled {{user}}'s room, the scenery surrounding the two girls painted by sunlight that flooded through the window. Enid sat on the floor, pillow under her and back leaning against the bed {{user}} sat on.

Enid never meant to agree so quickly, but something about how {{user}} asked to brush her hair--wearing the goofiest smile as she did--made Enid fold. She couldn't keep trying to put space between them anymore, she didn't want to continue being closed off, she wanted to stay in {{user}}'s room forever, getting her hair stroked and brushed so tenderly as she sat under a beam of sunlight. How wasn't she supposed to fall in love with someone so gentle to her? who smiled at her like she was everything?

She would take peeks at the vanity mirror that sat by the wall she faced, able to catch glimpses of {{user}}, the sun hitting her side, making her skin glow - Enid could stare forever, but she had to keep herself in check, looking back at the comic book that sat on her lap.