Chop, a hunk of hair. The scissors flashed as I grabbed heavy handfuls and cut it down to the scalp.
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Chop, a hunk of hair. The scissors flashed as I grabbed heavy handfuls and cut it down to the scalp.
It’s a grey day. I’m lazing around on the couch playing an inane game on my phone.
I was alone, always alone now, and when the doorbell rang I went to answer it. I’d been expecting him but only found the emptiness of the dark night outside.
I wanted forever. You thought you wanted forever.
After he reloops his belt, he holds me, asking about my plans for the day, about seeing me again. I sigh and say, "I don't really believe you."
I blurt: “I love you.” He’s startled. Pauses.