Rachel
Touch it.
Touch the damn scissor.
It shouldn’t be hard.
I could do it. I knew I could.
But once again, the damn fear always managed to slip in and told me I couldn’t do it. That I would be scared of the scissor for the rest of my life. I couldn’t be the hairstylist I wanted to be. I was doomed while Cameron reached his dream.
“Rachel,” Cameron softly called me, snapping my mind. “You can do this, baby. Don’t listen to your fear. Don’t let it control you. You can listen. You can acknowledge it. But you should never let it control your will. You have let it for five years. I know it’s hard, but you got this. This time, I’m here to help you. I will be…your goddamn Ken.”
I smiled and giggled. “You hate him,” I reminded him.
“Because I’m nowhere near Ken. I still don’t understand
