The Past - Erich Blunt

hair.

Hi guys, I hope you're well. There is a 3 week time skip, just so you know. The picture above is how I imagine Adele's hair to now look! (the woman above is not at all a fan cast of Adele, I am currently working on that)

Here is hair.

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a d e l e' s p o v

It's been nearly 3 weeks since I last saw and spoke to Erich.

My work has been my biggest distraction, I try not to think about him too much. That's easier said then done.

Considering I used to speak to him every single day for over a decade, I'm pretty proud of myself.

The goal is to be a baddie and not a saddie.

That's what I'm trying to be anyway.

Ivana and Beth have invited me to one of their friends house parties. I think I need an excuse to let my hair down, this would be the perfect opportunity.

In fact, I'm that excited for it I decided to book into the hair salon for a slight change.

In the movies, they always have the heartbroken girl go and have a big change to their looks, I guess it's time to be the main character.

I could go blonde, brunette or I could risk it all and go blue.

To be honest, the idea of me having blonde hair didn't appeal to me at all.

It's as if I've gotten PTSD from bleach blondes.

Maybe I should just cut it all off?

My hair falls below my waist, it's long and thick. It's always been like that.

I know for a fine fact that the second I ask the stylist to dye it, they'll freak out and tell me no. It happens all the time. Wasn't aware that my hair was like fucking gold dust.

When I get to the salon, I sit and stare at my reflection in the mirror.

It was as if I looked lost.

I try to ignore it and focus on the hairdresser, I didn't catch her name.

"So what are you looking for today? A trim and a tidy up?"

Oh God, if only she knew.

"I was thinking of something a bit more dramatic."

"Oh honey, please don't tell me that some lowlife broke your heart."

I laugh.

"I guess you could say that."

The lady began looking at my hair, she was thinking.

"Would you let me do anything to it?"

I hesitate.

"Sure?"

"I have an idea, but there's no way I'm dying it."