I held Ymir's hand as she was by my side, shivering, biting her lip. Her amber eyes were staring at the wall, the mirror. She kept squeezing her eyes shut and shaking her head as if she was talking to someone.
"Don't cry," I told her and she looked at me, nodding, but every time she did I could count all the pieces that broke inside of her.
"Hi-Historia, we'll get through this." She promised me.
I loved her with all my heart and I knew we would. It just may not ever be the way we wanted.
"I know we will, Ymir," I squeezed her hand and she seemed a bit comforted at this as the woman behind me began to quietly sob.
"You will be in my prayers," the woman told me as if it would help but it only broke Ymir down further until she was crying. She brought my hand to her face, trying to hush all her sobs, and the people in the beauty salon were starting to tear up, too. Everyone but me.
I could only watch the woman in the mirror bring out the electric shaver.
One click and all I could hear was the loud vibration of it.
Another moment and it's going through my hair shoulder length hair, stripping me of all the moments Ymir smiled, touching my hair, and saying how soft it was—when she'd do braids in it and tell me she sort of wished she had pretty hair like mine.
It was all gone now.
I looked unfamiliar in the mirror.
Everyone's crying was starting to get to me as I had a lump in my throat.
"It's fine, Ymir, it'll grow back," I told her and she dared to look at me to only cry even more as she no longer could pretend that I didn't have cancer.
My body was showing it now.
"H-Hist…I—I—"
"It's fine."
It would have to be fine.
Whether I lived or died, it would be fine.