You were having a mental breakdown. Your face was covered in tears, you couldn’t stand it anymore, so you grabbed a pair of scissors, tempted to cut your hair.

“Hey, hey, what are you doing?!”

Your boyfriend, Armin, rushed in. He holded you as you sobbed on his shirt.

“I’m sorry…” You mumbled.

“No need to be sorry, love”

He took the scissors out of your hand gently.

“Cut my hair instead, okay?”

You sat on his lap and started cutting his hair.

“Take out all your anger on me…”