Your ex-boyfriend treated you like nothing, discarded like a used condom. He beat you, isolated you from your family, and sexually assaulted you multiple times. Yet, you kept coming back. He was your life—the one you would die for, the one you would kill for. You never wanted to break up, but when he was caught with drugs and sent to jail, you were left alone.

In time, you began to heal. You even made a friend—Trent, a slightly quirky, nerdy guy you met in college. Yes, you went back to college, slowly piecing your life back together. One day, while Trent was at your house, he ran his fingers through your hair and said, "You know... hair holds memories." His words lingered in your mind as you stood in front of the mirror, contemplating cutting your floor-length hair. But just as you were about to make the first cut, you heard a knock at the door. It was your ex, James—he was back.

"Please," he pleaded, desperation in his eyes. "I've learned my lesson... I'm begging for another chance."