ghosts | Gracie Abrams

3.8

           IT was midnight when Gracie heard a noise coming from the bathroom. She had expected Charlotte to return within a few minutes but after ten minutes of waiting, she decided to check in on the girl.

" Char? You good in there?"

           Gracie was met with complete silence and her mind jumped to the worse possible outcome, she got sucked into the toilet while it was flushing. Oh no.

"Charlotte? I'm coming in"

           The door creeked open and to Gracie's relief, charlotte was still there. The brunette was about to turn around to go back to bed but something seemed off.

"Holy shit"
"Charlotte what did you do?"

           That's when the waterworks came, charlotte came crashing down as she peered into the mirror. Her once mid back length long locks were now just coming to meet her shoulders.

"Hey hey hey, it's okay"
"Let's put the scissors down first"

           Charlotte complied before letting another sob out. For the first time in a while, gracie didn't know what to say, it was actually Charlotte that spoke again.

"I'm gonna move to Alaska"

            Gracie scrunched her eyebrows together in confusion at the random statement before giggling at the girl next to her. This had seemed to ease the tension and now Charlotte's tears were dried and she had joined in on the giggling.
            The Abrams and Harrington girl took a seat next to each other on the cold tiled bathroom floor while charlotte collected her thoughts.

"How bad does it look?"
"Be honest with me CieCie"

"Not as bad as you think but what the fuck was going on in your head"
"What made you cut off half your hair at one a.m."

"A lot"

"Well do you wanna talk about it?"
"Or maybe tomorrow morning?"

"Maybe later, I haven't processed what I've done to my hair yet"

"You still look hot"

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