I WAS MADE FOR YOU

CHAPTER - 7

          The morning sun shone radiantly through the open windows as small gushes of wind sneaked in from time to time. There I sat in a tall stool with no backrest, back straight and the extended hair that  clang onto my nape was caressed by Taehyun as his mind has already a mental picture of how the cutting process would be.

I breathed calmly because I trusted him, because I trusted myself to have a change of heart, because I trusted myself that I do deserve this. I do deserve him.

"Are you ready Gyu?" Asked he for commencement, tapping his light fingers on my left shoulder as his other finger held onto the metal scissors.

I nodded and he draped his white shirt around my neck and secured them behind my neck with a red clip.

Unsure of this, I touched the soft frabric of the still new white shirt. "Uhm, Taehyun, we could use a rag cloth for just the cape you know?"

"It's fine." He quipped. "You can use it." before rubbing my nest-like black hair.

There was indeed a natural light pink blush that makeup my pale face.

"Your ears are turning red." He stretched teasingly to which I just stayed silent to. Silently blushing, silently liking, silently feeling very much loved.

In response to my pink silence, he let out a brief titter and there it followed, the sound of the two sharp metal snapping in the air.

"I'm starting." I nodded once more and his defty hands started working. The scissors danced between my tangled hair as lump of hair fell on my shoulders and most to the floor. Judging from his silence, it was clear that Taehyun was engaged in his works and that I audiolessly appreciated.
I appreciate everything about him. His deep focus on everything. His twinkling big eyes when they get excited to show me new things. His thoughtful heart. And completely yes, bless his presence in this earth and the love he brings with him for me, only for me.

The most exquisite thing is that I felt the same towards him. His measurement of my love is not shallower than his love for me.
This much I can say even if I am capable of giving him lesser things and do lesser things for him.

"Thank you Taehyun." I murmured under my breath only for myself to hear but he somehow picked on that.

"Anytime." Oh how attentive can he get? The warm thought slipped out a smile on my face.
"Your hair is very long."

"Yeah, they're miserable aren't they?" I giggled.

"No," he had said which managed to stop a beat of my heart for a sweet second "It is a part of you, I like it either way."

Snip. Snip. Snip.

That was the sound of the snipping scissors but his words that I heard a minute ago still rang on my ears.

Taehyun then stepped in front of me, critically assessing were his eyes as they examined the emerging shape of my hair.
And with one satisfied nod, he then took off the drape from my neck and brushed the fallen chunk of hairs off from my face, my shoulders and my neck with his hands. Have I told you how he was gentle with these pattings too?

"It looks perfect." I commented looking at myself in the mirror and saw Taehyun having his mellow smile behind me.

Though it was only a trim of the long strands, I see myself as a new person, a person who is reincarnated, a person who is promised a better life.