Grown-ups were conditioned to mask all crumbles and rumbles with insouciance.

When I got back to the bedroom, I went on with my routine—I took a shower, brushed my teeth, blew my hair, and went to bed.

However, I was just tossing and turning.

This very night, Ashton didn’t come to bed.

Both of us had our own emotions to deal with. To talk it out would only cut deeper into our wounds.

As I finally started to zone out a bit in the wee hours of the night, a man opened the door. “Scarlett.” In a deep soft tone, he called out my name.

He walked up to my bedside and murmured my name a few more times but eventually stopped. I wasn’t responding

“I’m sorry.” His voice whispered contrition.

I couldn’t be bothered, and let my self sink deep into my sleep.

By the time I batted my eyelids open, it was already late afternoon.

I got up and went down to Summer’s bedroom. That was when I saw a middle-aged lady in the living room.

Her name was Flora, the new caregiver Ashton hired. She greeted me affably and went back to her task.

Ashton had hired her to take care of Summer.

better, and was playing with

to my room, Flora called out.

it. I’ll be right down.” And I trod back to

dresser, and only then did I notice how long my hair had grown.

could use my short hair to turn down love confessions.

the

from the thought of the past. What might seem silly for that instance had turned into

worked in its own peculiar ways. No matter the twists and turns our lives took, what was yours would always fall into your hands. On the contrary, despite persistent efforts, you’d eventually lose what was meant for

tap, tap… That must be

hair. To my surprise, it wasn’t

I swiveled back, and everything went half the

quarrel

could see his gentle eyes

my gaze low, refusing to meet his, and kept on with my business. But there’s a limit to my hair

and so did

Huh!

before I could ask my question, Ashton put out his. “We’re going to visit Hannah later. Do you wanna put on

my mind!

appreciated his initiative. He never had to give in since he’d been treated like a king his whole life, so

the drawer as I took

you still have to go to the company?” I rubbed my

as I wasn’t really in the mood for it. Plus, it’d take time to remove it. A chapstick would do the

to butter me

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