"Let's make a promise that we both won't cut our hair until we move on."

Aeril still remembered the promise you two made two years ago, before he suddenly disappeared without telling you.

He had to moved out of the country— without telling you beforehand. He knew it was unforgivable.

Yet, he can't help but feel his heart sank the moment he saw you again after two years, your hair no longer the same length. You had moved on.

He didn't. His long hair was the proof of it.