Maeve Gray was done.
Finished with her life.
It was a sob story to end with her dive off a school roof, but when the man of her dreams - literally- comes to her aid, she can't help but break down her walls and fall head over heels.
But he has sec...
Just had to include this song because it's my/Maeve's favorite Christmas song!!! <3
Shout out to the amazing 0420emilie for her covers. You can check out her book on her profile with all the cover art she did for Gabriel but this was my personal favorite I just had to post!
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Hope you all are having a wonderful summer!!!
xoxo,
Caroline
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MAEVE
It is almost impossible finding an open salon the day before Christmas. It took almost three tries of closed doors and "Away for the Holidays!" signs before I finally find a little hole-in-the-wall barber shop. I'm honestly so scared to trust the lady there with my curly and crazy hair, but I have a strange and urgent need to get rid of it all. It flows all the way to my elbows now, and not only is it impossible to manage, but it still reminds me of my old life. I feel like a need a change, and this is the only drastic thing I could do without changing myself entirely.
I want this to represent the good changes in my life: Gabriel, new friendships, the possibility of a family, and a shift in perspective about myself.
And I have to do this now or else I know I will never with find the same courage again.
Walking into the small shop I sigh at the warmth, contradictory to the frigid and wet weather outside. I shrug out of my thick, navy blue overcoat and a young man at the desk greets me. Thankfully, he says there's about an hour of space in between one of the stylists' appointments right now, so he can fit me in. Just my luck!
After speaking to a nice, middle-aged woman with crazy highlights and even crazier makeup, we decide on a simple, layered cut. I keep my eyes closed, not able to stand the look of my long blonde curls falling to the ground– only the sound of scissors cutting through my thick, wet hair lets me know it's actually happening. The sound of the blow dryer tells me she's done, but I still can't find the courage to look. A few moments later, her hands are fluffing and primping as she makes an approving sound.
"Done!" she exclaims happily, so I nervously open my eyes.
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I bite my lip as I timidly walk through the door home. After the hair cut, I bought supplies to make his gift for Christmas– but thinking about it now, I'm sort of regretting the stupid home made gift I got materials for. But what else could I get him? What do you buy for the man who has everything?
So I thought I'd make something from my heart and not my wallet. I peak my head around the corner, tiptoeing into the kitchen, knowing he's home and I don't want him to see anything that could give away the present.
