I Never Was
"Cut it off, all of it," he resolutely said, glaring unblinking into the mirror, large turquoise eyes narrowed determinedly, jaw tight, stubborn, but face pale out of some undefeated fear.
The hairdresser, gripping handfuls of aquamarine silk protectively, almost possessively, pleaded with the reflection of the boy she'd once known. "But… I thought you – your mother loved it so much like this, Zeo."
His hand moved and eyes shut, silencing her. "My mother never loved anything about me, never even knew me."
"Your… father…" she weakly tried to reason, hands shaking around the incredibly long locks. The woman wasn't sure he was feeling alright – Zeo had always been a dear, however spineless. She'd liked him spineless. But now he seemed so bitter, so, so – "Ah! N-no!"
He'd whipped around smoothly, wrenching away the scissors she'd only half-heartedly held, and sliced off a huge chunk of his own gorgeous hair. The woman shied away, frightened, as the little boy continued feverously remaking his image, lock by shining lock.
"I was never Zeo. I shouldn't have to look like him." His intent stare welled up with tears, movements jerky and uneven in silent panic, as cerulean hair tumbled gracefully down around him.
Author's Notes: In one of the ending screenshots of the final episode, you see Zeo. His wonderful hair has been completely chopped. I grieved for it.