"What is this?" Hugh exclaimed aloud, pushing the flowers away from his body. "This has to be some sort of joke. What if they saw me in the nude! A sick joke indeed..."
"You don't like the flowers?" asked an unfamiliar voice.
Hugh glanced up to see a girl about his age seated on the counter by the sink. She was strikingly attractive-- golden, olive skin and big, brown eyes that seemed to look into his soul. Her long, black hair fell just above her hips. The girl was slim and all of her features were defined. Her bow-shaped lips were positioned into a frown.
"I thought they would be a lovely welcome gift," she stated.
"Who are you?" questioned Hugh, frantically trying to cover himself up.
"I'm Isla," answered the girl. "I live here."
"This has to be a mistake," Hugh grumbled, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"The only mistake here is you trying to get rid of the vines," retorted Isla.
"The vines--" Hugh started before sighing. "Please, just bring me a towel so I can dry off and get some clothes on."
Isla hopped down and grabbed Hugh a towel, which she threw at him before exiting the bathroom.
Hugh stepped out of the tub and began to dry himself off.
He caught a glimpse of himself in the bathroom mirror, which he realized was extremely dirty. Once he was dry, he wiped it down with his towel until he could see his reflection clearly.
Hugh saw his pale, lean figure before him, along with his deep blue eyes and dark brown hair which fell into his eyes. Everyone he'd ever known had told him that he resembled his mother.
His mother.
And, suddenly, he was reminded of why he moved here.
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