Quick Fic

He hates me. He doesn't love me anymore. I clung to the rim of the full body mirror and looked at my reflection, at the hand mark on my face and the bright red hair flowing down my back. This wasn't good enough for William. So I had to change it.

I gathered my hair back at the nape of my neck, holding the scissors in one hand. I didn't think I was brave enough. But I had to be. I made the one cut, letting the hair fall to the ground and the remaining locks fell in my face, leaving behind my old self, the little Crimson Reaper who had vowed never to cut his hair again. I looked so young, innocent, and I liked to think I even looked cuter. Tears were falling down my face but I was hoping like hell this would make Will love me again. If I was cute for him, maybe he'd stop hurting me.

It felt like innocence and cuteness were my only hope in stopping the hurt of our relationship.