ℙ𝕃𝔸ℂ𝔼ℍ𝕆𝕃𝔻𝔼ℝ➼ 𝙗𝙡𝙡𝙠 𝙭 𝙛!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

ꜱɴɪᴘ.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

ೃ⁀➷ You looked at your hair in the mirror, scrutinizing the locks at the length you were used to for a long time now, your eyes darted between you and the mirror in the bathroom, your fingers pinched onto your [hair color] hair.

You rolled the strands a bit more in thought, looking back into the mirror, this time a bit more intently, squinting as you examined your whole head of hair, your lips pulled themselves into a small pout, furrowed brows wrinkled the upper half of your visage.

After shaking your head again, ruffling it playfully for another few minutes or so, you clicked your tongue and twirled the scissors in between your hair fingers, with your thumb and pointer in the gaps of the handles, you stretched.

Snip. 

Snip.

Snip.

The sounds of the scissor chopping off your hair, you were so quiet, and your mind was filled with silent buzzing passing thoughts, like that you were hungry. 

You stared as the individual strings from your head were getting diced, the bottom half would fall to the plastic bag that you had placed. How your hair would move according to your tool was almost mesmerizing, but the fascination died as soon as it'd start because by then, it had been cut off.

Lock after lock, the way they fell reminded you of fall leaves, descending from their branches during autumn. Using your other hand, your fingers narrowed down and measured how much you needed to cut. You mumbled to yourself a song that had absentmindedly slipped into your head.

More hair from your head had fallen into the trash bag by your feet, a few more minutes had passed, you were now just touching up your new style, playing and fluffing it with your fingers, seeing what you would make of this new look. In all honesty, it wasn't that bad, not at all, pretty good actually. And it still had some semblance to your dear ol' brother.

Who has been rotting in the hospital with a coma clouding his stuffy room, filled with chocolates and flowers from family friends and parents, you had left a small bag of sour candy, his favorite, as well as a card.

Your new hair, it was above your shoulder, but the ends still tickled the top of your shoulder, the shorter locks had framed your face in a new unique way, it wasn't too different that people at your school would recognize you, but it'd be confusing for sure.