Persephone's POV.
Damien was right, I do feel like Rapunzel.
My hair is longer now, whereas it was barely reaching my ankle in the afternoon, it is now grazing the floor, some unequal tips flowing on it.
This has to be a joke.
That is what repeats itself in my mind as I stand in front of the full length mirror with a fraction of my hair in one hand and a pair of scissors in the other. Damien is sitting behind me on the bed, watching me with an amused look on his face. How he manages to find this situation funny is beyond me.
"Just cut it already" He teases with a laugh.
"Don't rush me." I snap "And how are you laughing right now. Can't you see I'm in a conundrum"
"You don't have to be in one, baby. You could cut it to be like mine and it'll still grow longer in the next second s
