(Arata)
(NSFW Content Ahead)
Asbela took a few seconds to have a calm look at me. There was no disgust on her face as she gently took my right hand in hers.
"I highly doubt the Master will be terrified of seeing you. Angered, yes, in pain, yes, but terrified, no," she wisely reminded me while pulling me towards the vanity and seating me down.
Burdens of my heart subsided slightly at her words.
Opening the drawer, she extracted a pair of scissors. I stared at my reflection, my eyes focused on myself.
I had to let go of this ghost of my past, let it not consume or haunt me any further.
My man was with me, my parents had my back and I was about to become a mother.
"Do it, Asbela," I instructed with determination. She gave me an encouraging nod and got to work. Carefully cutting off the uneven strands, she tried to match them with the cropped ones.
Her hand remained gently on my shoulder, comforting me while she carefully clipped the remains of my hair.
