It was the same everytime. A single braid down the middle. It was all Rumi ever asked for, and it was all you ever gave her as her personal stylist.

If she were a regular customer, you probably would've turned her down considering the amount of hair she had. But with the pay along with her status, there was no room for complaining. But as good as the check was, Rumi's sweet attitude was much more rewarding. She was open with you about almost anything. She'd gossip, tell you about recent interviews or how Zoey and Mira were doing. She was the perfect person, except for one flaw: the walls she built.

Today, Rumi rarely spoke and anytime you tried to push a topic out, she'd respond plain, ending the attempt as quickly as you started it. You couldn't bear the silence.

"What's wrong?" Your questioning was direct, pinning her problem down on the spot.

Rumi was uncharacteristically quiet. After a moments thought, she spoke her mind. "There's something I've been keeping from Zoey and Mira. I want to tell them. I want them to understand..." She sounded almost disheartened.

"But it'll be fixed soon." Rumi reassured herself, trying to brush off the problem that would only continue to cloud her mind.

You pondered the problem, deciding if she was right to withhold a secret from the two. "You three are practically sisters. What reason is there not to trust them with this?" You asked, trying to convince her that building all these walls was not a healthy approach to this problem.

"It's complicated." Rumi responded just as she did before, sweet and short.

That's all she left you with. And now, her problem was eating at your curiosity.

You finished swiftly weaving her soft hair into its usual braid, finishing the appointment. Except it wasnt finished. Before Rumi got the chance to leave, you pulled her aside, feeling the need to delve deeper into the issue.