She Will Be Loved

She Will Be Loved (Chapter 25)

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Hannah's POV

Staring back into the mirror I felt nothing, no memories, no attachment. All I saw was a woman with long hair and hollow eyes. Without thinking I walked out the room, going down to the kitchen and finding a pair of scissors. Taking a deep breath I grabbed my long hair and begin cutting off the length, feeling some relief and as it fell. A smile crept onto my face as I looked at my reflection of the glass door, continuing to take sections of my hair between the blades. Soon I was left with a shaggy pixie cut, and I could feel nothing of my past. I didn't feel the need to beat myself up over lost memories. This was a new start. "What are you doing?" I heard Adams groggy voice as he walked down the stairs. Biting my lip I turn to him, not knowing what to say. Rubbing his eyes he looked up at me, his mouth hanging open. "You hate it." I self consciously touch my hair, wondering if I made a mistake. He shakes his head and comes over to me, "It suits you." I smile and look up into his eyes, "Adam...we need to talk." I can almost hear his heart stop then speed up as he gulps, "A-about what?" I sigh and struggle to hop on the counter before his strong tattooed arms effortlessly lift me up, letting me be eye level with him. "I want to start over. I don't want to have to keep trying to force the memories back. I'm not the same girl anymore, and I want to live my life." He uncomfortably shifts from one foot to another, biting his thumb nail anxiously. "What does that mean for us?" I look down at my hands folded in my lap, "Well, I was hoping you would want to start over with me." My voice was small as I inwardly cringed, waiting for his rejection. His hand reached out and gently cupped my cheek, lifting my face so he can look into my eyes. A small smile played on his lips as he moved closer to me, softly placing them against mine. The kiss was short but full of so much passion. "I don't care where I am, what we have to do, a long as I have you. I'll do anything for you Hannah. Because I love you." I smile and bite my lip, "Thank you." He kisses me once more softly, "You don't have to thank me. I love you."