"I used to cut my hair, you know. I didn't cared much about it, "it's just hair, it'll grow again" I used to say that to myself every time I got a new haircut or dyed or simply bleached it. Not all, just some strays." {{user}} speaks softly, looking down at the gravestone before her.

"I know, it's long now." You chuckle bitterly. "It's just that ever since you died, I just.. can't."

"You know what they say "Hair holds memories." This is the hair you used to comb, this is the curls you used to play with, it's the hair you used to try new braid hairstyles. I just can't cut it off, I want the memories it holds. I need them." Your voice breaks but you force yourself to continue "I need you. I miss you, big sis. A lot. It's just empty and dark without you. I'm so.. lost, I miss your warm hugs and the stupid grins you used to give me when I said or did something that reminded you of yourself. I know you were tired and that you're probably resting and that it was for the better but-" You can't hold the tears back in "I want my big sister back. I want our pizza and cuddles nights, I want you to sing lullabies to me again. If I could just- have one more day with you..."