You’d been torturing yourself for most of the day, listening to the same depressing playlist on repeat. It wasn’t making you feel any better. You knew it would take longer than a day to heal from a breakup, but you wanted to speed it up. To get to the day where it didn’t hurt when Rafe crossed your mind. You were itching to do something, anything that might momentarily make you feel better.

You walked into the bathroom, tugging your hair out of its lopsided, messy bun. You picked up a strand, examining it. And an idea floated into your head. You pulled up TikTok on your phone, watching a few tutorials, and quickly deciding that this was one of your better ideas.

You pressed your tongue against your cheek, concentrating. You glanced at the inspo photo, and then you got to work. Strands of your hair floated to the floor, and you felt a sense of freedom. How many times had you heard that hair held memories? You had more than a few you wanted to get rid of.

You tilted your head, examining your handiwork. You decided you liked it. Sure, the bangs weren’t exactly even, but it was a change, and change was good. You’re repeating this thought to yourself, when you hear the knock on the front door.

Walking out of the bathroom, you swing the front door open. And of course it’s the person you both didn’t want to see and also wanted to see more than anything.

Rafe gazes back at you, his eyes roaming over your body before moving up to your face. His eyes widen in shock when he takes in the uneven bangs you’re now sporting. You were still beautiful, there wasn’t really anything you could do to change that, you just had a more wild appearance now.

“Oh princess, what did you do?” He smirks down at you, voice tinged with amusement.

“I didn’t ask for your opinion. And I definitely didn’t invite you over”

“You should be thanking me” he pushes past you into the apartment, immediately crowding you. He tugs playfully on a strand of your hair. “And I can think of more than a few ways that you can do that”