I can remember every last detail about her in that flash of time. Her eyes were full with the confusion at it's purest form, when you're even oblivious to the obvious. Her lips, chapped and slightly parted, like the sun between the earth and sky at the last seconds of sunset. Her hair was messy and snarled, covering parts of her dark, yet pale face. All the color from her skin had vanished, and so did the color from her personality.
I never learned her real name, people often didn't know the name she used so called her things like "Old whatsherface" or "the-girl-with-the-nose-ring". Watching her over time was so interesting, that is, until I realized I was acting like a total creeper. But, she just seemed so other-worldly that I couldn't bring myslef together to actually go talk to her.
I was even more suprised when she came and talked to me. Her voice sounded like sand paper that had been softened, useless, yet smooth to the touch. I don't remember what was said in that moment beside the promise that was made before she had to go. I asked her if she'd ever talk to me again. With the voice that could play the most angry punk song on my veins she replied to me
"Maybe. It'll end in flames. But, I doubt you care about burns."
And that's how this new planet was set into orbit.