Ten Hearts

Run (4)

sang meeting gabriel at the wig store yay.

wc 996

★☆★

I reached up for the brown-dye box, but felt an unexpected hand go for it as well. I fought back a flinch but I closed my eyes quickly. The person's hand retracted and I put my hovering hand down to my side.

"Shit, sorry. My bad," he said - his voice was deep, really deep. I kept my head down and mumbled a quiet 'it's ok'.

He didn't seem to want to walk away from me so I hastily grabbed the dye box and turned so that I wasn't facing him anymore, I held my hood down as I basically sprinted away from him. His footsteps got closer to me as I neared the till.

"Miss-," he muttered something else underneath his breath, "-do you really want to dye your hair a brown? I mean look at your hair!" I peeked at my chest and realised that the front of my blonde hair was out for everyone to see. I quickly stuffed it inside my hoodie.

"Yes... I do, actually," I replied quietly, I looked behind me and saw that people were waiting to queue so I stepped out of the line. I heard a low sigh of relief and I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Was that you?" I asked, staring at his white converses which were similar to mine, except mine were brown and musty while his looked like they were brand new.

"What was what?"

"You sighing," I lifted my head a minuscule, I could see a peek of his neck - he was tall, obviously.

"Yes! Your hair looks fucking perfect, well before you stuffed it in your hoodie, but when the light shined on it there were a mix of colours! Rose gold... dark brown... gorgeous. It was simply fucking gorgeous,"

"It's nothing special... just dirty-blonde..."

"Dirty-blonde my ass," he muttered, I shook my head in disbelief.

"Can I go and buy this dye then?" I didn't know why I was asking him, I felt like if I didn't I'd be rude. To him. For me buying a dye for myself...

"Don't answer that, I'm buying it," I said definitely, I went to the back of the line where I felt a gaze on me. I heard scurried steps come behind me and I knew who it was before I could tilt my hood-clad head.

"Fucks sake, please don't," he pleaded. I ignored him.

"Look, maybe you could buy a wig instead? It'd be better on your behalf. Your gorgeous fucking hair would be safe and I'd be a very happy man," I was genuinely confused on why he was so vehement about my dead cells.

I huffed out a breath and left the line once again, the cashier probably gave me an annoyed look but I couldn't care less. This dude was annoying me a hell of a lot.

"Fine, fine. When we get it, you better leave me alone, 'kay?" I asked him. He grunted but said nothing - probably a yes.

"I need words. I can't see underneath this hood,"

"Yeah, ok..." he muttered, I nodded my head and returned the dye back into its original place on the shelf, and left the beauty store. I didn't know where we were going, but the dude obviously did since he was taking corners and routes fluidly like he has been here before.

We finally stopped in front of a wig salon. I saw a multitude if hairs on heads at the front, and when we entered, even more.

The walls were black, but the floor was tiled. The mannequin heads were stacked on display cabinets. There was a lot of wigs.

"How the hell did you find this place?" I asked as I followed him around the store. I didn't know what else to do, he was the one who brought me here anyway.

"I have my ways," he said loosely, I rolled my eyes but stayed quiet.

"Do you wanna choose the wig you want or do you want me to choose?"

"You pick. I was brought here against my own will anyway," he scoffed and chuckled, I went and found a circular seat next to one of the display racks and sat there until he came back.

The lights outside the building lit up the concrete sidewalk, where we were was quite a medium-sizes town, but you could get easily lost if you weren't careful.

My head rested against the display cabinet and my hood fell down slightly, I stared in awe at the setting sun behind the buildings across the street.

It was honestly beautiful.

"Got it.

I quickly got back into my original position and pulled my hood down to cover my eyes once again. The man brought down the wig to my eye level and I was surprised to see that he picked a good choice.

The wig was around the same colour as the box dye; it contrasted my straight hair with its voluminous waves. Thankfully, he picked something with bangs which rested just above my eyelashes - although my eyes would be in view, I could've always bought some eye contacts.

I decided to praise him for his work.

"Sheesh. That's a nice pick," The man awkwardly laughed underneath his breath but said nothing.

After a few seconds he said, "how about you try this on? I can always put it on properly if you like it,"

I nodded my head slightly and gingerly took the wig from him. There were toilets at the back of the building and I scurried off to them, excited to try on the wig.

Once I arrived, I took off the black hood and gazed in the mirror at my reflection. Green eyes, blonde hair, ghostly complexion.

Yep. That was Sang Sorenson.

I quickly tied my hair back into a low bun and put on the wig. When I looked back up, I couldn't believe who I was seeing.

I didn't realise a simple change of hair colour could change your appearance.