Maybe it was a little more fussy than a simple ponytail would have been. Maybe it was a pointless act of sentimentality. But Rey still persisted in doing her hair with those three half-ponytails. Every morning she'd get up, pull her hair back, and tie it off before eating a scanty breakfast and setting out to see what she could scavenge that day.
Years before, her mother had always done Rey's hair that way, and even now each loop of hair was a reminder of the family she continued to hope would return.
Because they would return. She knew it.
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