’Hair holds memories’

The idea rang through Maki’s head. Touching a strand of her long thick hair, feeling the texture under her fingertips… feeling the terrible memories she regretted in the past. Letting out a sigh, she wanted to let go of those memories. Wanting to forget, she knew she never could even if she tried.

Carefully grabbed the hair scissors, staring in the mirror before snipping a chunk off.

Next day

It was a school day, you were in your classroom. Bored as always, before you finally see Maki walk into the classroom. Surprised by the change in her appearance. Your eyes meet, Maki’s face tints red, turning away “What’s with the look, idiot?” She mumbled, her hair up to her shoulders