Lennox's POV
I sat there, frozen, staring at the dark strands tangled between my fingers. It shouldn't have come as a shock. The doctors had warned me about the side effects of the aggressive treatments, but seeing it—holding a piece of my own fading life in my hand—made the reality of my death unavoidable.
"Lennox, let us…" Louis started, his voice thick with emotion. He didn't finish the sentence. He didn't have to.
I simply nodded, my gaze fixed on a spot on the wall. I felt like a statue, cold and carved from stone, while the world moved in a frantic blur around me.
Levi brought over a chair and a pair of clippers. The sound of the hum was loud in the silent room, a mechanical buzz that felt like it was vibrating through my very skull. I didn't move as they began to shave what was left.
"We should have informed Olivia before doing this," Levi muttered, his hands shaking as he worked.
