LILAC
A soft, pastel color for a soft, pastel girl. Her lilac hair looks natural, not dyed. It never seems to ever fade or get more vibrant, it always keeps the same soft and light shade. It falls down to her lower back. She never wears it up; it's always flowing behind her as she swiftly moves around. She never puts anything like bows or headbands in it; she keeps it free and natural.
Her hair is soft and smooth; I would stroke it all day long if I could. I touched it once, and also got a quick smell at it: smells like roses and strawberries. It smells like a lot of nice, enjoyable things.
I believe it's one of the first things people notice. It just catches the eye right away. Her perfectly dyed color makes it impossible to even imagine her with another hair color; it makes everyone jokingly say that she was born with lilac hair. She could be blonde, brunette, a redhead or have black hair and she would still be as beautiful. But nothing would suit her like lilac does.
I actually have to rectify myself. She does put something in her hair, well, on her head. Flower crowns. Once in a while, I see her wandering in the park or the mall. Outside of school, she wears flower crowns made out of fake roses or daisies, and they make her look even more angelic than she already does.
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