Just the other day I brushed her hair, left it kinda wavy to the side and styled it with some pomade. She hated it, and kept looking at herself in a little mirror I gave to her a million years ago and that she carried with her everywhere.
As soon as I left the room, she combed her hair the way she always used to, real neatly all to way to the back of her head.
When I went back to confirm what I was absolutely sure she would do she said "I swear I didn't touch it. It's just... THE WIND WAS BLOWING AND MESSED IT ALL UP. I swear I like it!"
I'm gonna miss her. Not quite sure how to exist in a world where she's not part of.
