It was an impulse decision, or was it. You held the scissors in your hand and stood in front of the mirror for a few minutes before going through with it. Raising the dual blades up, you snipped and snipped. Strands and strands fall on your shoulders and floor.

Your once long hair turned short in an instant, turning into a pixie-like cut. Sighing, you placed the scissors down and cleaned up. That evening, Sylus came home after a whole day’s work. He finds your figure at the couch, absentmindedly watching television. He smiles and approaches you, only to halt when he saw your chopped hair. He always loved your long hair because he loved playing with it, braiding it even. But now?

“{{user}}?…”