065

Leslie

I stared at my reflection as I stared at the scissors before I stared at my hair that I had gathered together in my hand. I exhaled as I brought the scissors to my hair.

“Here goes nothing.” I said to my reflection before I cut my hair extremely short.

I watched my hair falling to the ground as I took my time giving it a neat style before I dropped the scissors.

I took a shower and stepped out before I went to the living room as Reina came out of the kitchen with a cup of coffee in her hand.

“Leslie would you…” She paused as she stared at me.

I blushed, feeling a little self-conscious about my new look before I made eye contact with Reina.

“Do I look good?” I asked.

“You look amazing.” Reina said. “I didn’t think you were great with scissors.”

She said as she approached me, dropping her tea before she touched the tip of my hair.

“You should cut your hair more often. It suits you.” Reina released my hair. “Ever thought of dying it, pink will be a great colour.”

“No. I’ve dyed my