Haircut

A few days after my revival, I'm fully recovered. I'm walking around again, helping out with chores, trying to make up for the lost days.

Now, we're on Appa, flying through the air. Wind whips my hair around my face annoyingly.

Suddenly very aggravated with the length of it, I take out my knife and begin to hack it away.

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I watch Zuko cut his hair, sadness filling me. His locks of black hair took of to the sky.

I'll miss his long hair. He looked so exreme, so hot.

But I guess that when you're a guy, long hair only goes so far.

Once he decides that his hair is short enough, he puts his knife away and runs is hand through his newly shortened hair.

I gape at him.

The sharp angles of his face are thrown into relief with his now short hair. It stands about and inch off his head, messily cut, but handsome.

He looks older now, about twenty years old.

Still, his hairs a mess.

I crawl over to him, and hold out my hand. He stares at it.

"Give me your knife."

His eyes travel up to my face. "Why?"

"Because I'm giving you a haircut."

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Without answering her, I hand over my knife. Our hands meet, and a shiver runs down my spine.

When she touches my hair, my stomach clenches. Her hands are delicate; they don't hurt at all.

I don't know why I let her. I'd like to say that it's because I know that I suck at cutting my own hair, but I know that that's not why.

Truth be told, I wanted her to touch my hair. I wanted to feel her hands on my head.

As the knife swipes through my hair, I realize that she's only two inches away from me. She's on her knees, leaning over my head.

Her hands go down to my neck, her fingers brushing against my neck. The chills intensify.

One more cut later, she says, "All done."

I start and look up at her. "Really? That was fast."

"Yeah, well, you just need to shape it a little."

"Oh."

And just like that, she's gone, crawling back over to her side of the saddle.

I run my hands through my hair, thinking.

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My hands are tingling. His hair was soft and thick. My heart is threatening to burst out of my ribs. I calm myself and play with my own hair.

His was softer.