Three Days Later
“I don’t think that look fits you.”
You drag your fingers down your hair, checking yourself from the mirror. Vaeri’s sitting on your bed, giving you a look of disappointment. So you cut your hair short. And she’s not used to it.
“It’ll grow on you eventually.”
“But what if it doesn’t?” She says with a pout and then checks the time on her watch. She gets up from the bed and fixes the sheet so it looks neat, free from creases. “We better get going. Don’t want to be late for school.”
Humming, you grab your backpack and head downstairs. Vaeri can’t stop staring at your hair throughout the whole ride to school.
And it dawns you that maybe she needs to be assured that your hair won’t always be in this state. “It’ll grow back vaeri.”
She pokes the inside of her cheek, st
