After Somin finally gets into a prestigious Art university, everything in her life turns upside down. What was once a secure plan to get closer to her boyfriend is now a mess. Her future is unknown, though already stained with heartache.
Will she p...
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Lee Somin
The tiny room was filled with craft supplies—paper, scissors, glue. Someone was creating art in the sink. Green was spilled all over the porcelain. A painting of a tree trunk was left there to dry. On the first viewing, a boring picture. The artist thought so too, that's why he made some adjustments after the fact.
Hey, it's justshamelessly pouring water onto paper and letting it dry to get the effect of the mist.
Somin'sart brain cells worked, even in this frenzy.Water made a delicate white lace in the green background—a spider's web with drops of morning dew.
It's just a basic effect, how come I didn't come up with that? Jeez, I'm such a boring loser. You're right, Cholsu. Her eyes focused on the scissors and her mind trailed away to distant memory.
***
"Don't you dare cut bangs, Somin-ah. You'll look ugly. I hate when girls have a fringe," Cholsu said, annoyed.
He rolled his eyes after she came out of a hairdresser's with a bland haircut. Somin spent all of her hard-earned money to go to the unreasonably expensive salon Cholsu had chosen.
"You're so incredibly annoying. Why do you always do what I want? Can't you just be more, I don't know, interesting?"
***
You fucker. Scissors materialized in her small palm.
I will show you.
Fingers drunkenly grabbed a chunk of her hair without thinking of where she should take the hair from. The world turned upside down again and she had to spin around with it. She stabilized herself by holding onto the wall. It took her a minute to steady her posture.
Breathe in.
Scissors cut her hair and she let out a loud scream.
It wouldn't come off easily. Patches of pink hair fell into the sink. It was damaged from the peroxide and dye, weak as herself at this point.
One cut with paper scissors wouldn't do the job, she had to work for it. She firmly clutched blunt metal and shaved the hair down aggressively.
It wouldn't let go.
Go away hair, I need a change.
When she had tormented the newly made fringe enough, she started to cut all around her head.
You hated short hair. I'll make it so fucking short, you'll die from a heart attack.
Pink fluff fell like the first snow—softly, silently. It took her a while to finish the deed with all the world spinning.
