Rouge
Rouge sat at the end of her bed and stared down at her hands, her bare hands, pale, but without gloves for the first time in… well, a long time. She felt tears coming to the corners of her eyes and she wiped them away. What's done is done she reminded herself. She'd made the choice and now she couldn't go back. But she didn't really care.
All she'd ever wanted was a human touch, to know the feeling of soft skin and even softer lips. And now she had that, and all she wanted was her power back….
