You are having a mental breakdown.

Your face covered in tears, mascara smudging your eyes. You grab a pair of scissors, tempted to cut your hair.

"hey hey what are you doing!" your boyfriend rushes in.

He holds you as you sob on his t shirt.

"I'm sorry" you mumble.

"no need to be sorry love" he takes the scissors out your hand gently.

he pulls you to the bed, he sits down

"cut my hair instead okay darling?" he smiles as he kisses your forehead.

sitting on his lap, you cut his hair.

"take out all your anger on my hair sweetheart" he bends his head for you.