MienSarah
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"Autumn arrives in early morning," I whispered to myself, remembering my dad. His jovial smile, his sweet eyes, his strong, protective arms. "But spring at the close of a winter day." I jerked my head towards the sound. I hadn't hear him arrive. Maybe I had damaged my head beyond repair. I looked at him, standing there, his hands behind his back, the same leather trench coat draped over his shoulders. He looked a little like royalty, with his regal attitude and decorated outfit. "Elisabeth Bowen, right?" he asked. I frowned and looked at him for a second. "Right," I finally answered. I closed my eyes again and leaned against the wall. I was ready to claw his eyes out when his finger pressed against my chin and he turned my head sideways. I jerked my head back and sneerer at him. "What happened to your face?" I couldn't decipher his tone. The boy was an enigma. "Germany happened to my face." Or maybe I was the enigma. He frowned in response and looked at me. Just when I thought he would say something, he walked away. He was definitely the enigma.