I met this girl ever since I don’t know.

But since then she always had this weird haircut. Sometimes her hair’s long. Then the next day, it was shorter on the left side. Then the next, it was short as a fuse on the back. I don’t know, I can’t understand it either.

Sometimes, I’ve seen her crying.

I haven’t seen her for a long time now. But after few weeks, she’s back.

Her hair’s a bit longer than the last time I saw her. She suddenly had a scissor in her hand and without a hint of hesitation in her eyes, she cut her hair.

I can’t even began to stop her.

I asked her, “Why?”

She just smiled then said, ” I don’t know. Just a habit,”

Maybe I had on a real curios look on my face, so she said, ” I know the consequences tomorrow but it’s the only thing that keeps my sanity today… so?”

That I understand. My tears fell. And so she did.

I smiled at the broken reflection in the mirror, “You’ll get through.”

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