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Arabella Rivera

I stared at my reflection one last time in the mirror. I couldn't believe I cut my hair last night.

I lift my hand to glide my fingers through the short strands. They weren't evenly cut, but that's the price you pay when an inexpert cuts your hair. In that case, I was the inexpert.

Did I regret it?

My eyes burned through the ones my reflection showed me.

No, I didn't. Not even one bit.

Smiling at myself, I tucked a few strands behind my ear and left the bathroom. It was morning already and I admit I didn't catch much sleep last night but today, I promised myself I'd be strong.

I wouldn't be the girl who let things slide anymore or let a mere guy get in the way between my heart and logical mind. I was done. I was going to be strong now and forget about, him.

My fingers latch around the strap of my bag and swang it over my shoulder. I took my phone too and began typing away a text to send to Gwen.

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