Symphony of Ash
Chapter 25
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By: Light of the Firefly
"You like it?" She asked, anxious by his blank, stunned stare.
"Wha…what did ya do?" He managed, reaching out to touch the suddenly short strands of her silky hair. It ended just by her jaw now, and his hand jerked as if burned when he touched the ends.
"It's been hot out. So, I cut it." She shrugged. She gestured vaguely to the knife on the table. "It's not perfect, probably uneven, but it feels better…"
She was rambling, she knew.
"Ran-chan..." He looked like someone kicked his dog, she thought.
"You don't like my hair?"
"I love it. Long."