"Socrates said, 'The secret of change is to focus all of your energy, not on fighting the old, but on building the new." ~JJ
You walk down the wooden steps as quietly as you possible can, only letting a few moans come from the stairs. You pull the long blade from your back pocket when you get closer to Rose. You remember when she went through her short hair phase and you love it on her. You also remember when she started at the FBI academy and let it grow out, now it is far past her lower back. Anger fills your body. Look at what they've turned her into. Behind her you lift the knife letting the light shine off of it and into your dark brown eyes.
You grab her fire red hair and quickly slice through it in one swift motion just below her shoulders, the length you'd fallen in love with. You drop the hair you cut on the ground as if it was burning your hand. Putting the knife back in your pocket, you bring out a pair of scissors that you use to trim the bottom of her hair so that it's even. It is perfect. There are only a couple of things missing, but you have to wait.
You hate waiting.
You've waited long enough.
You're starting to become impatient.
Rose moves her head from one side to the other in her dream state. You smile at her. But, this. This was worth all the waiting.
