Violet
I obeyed, my eyes fixed on the cold brown tub beneath my feet.
His fingers slid into my hair, lifting a section near the nape of my neck.
I nearly flinched, but remained still… just so the blade wouldn't accidentally cut me.
The touch was light, careful, just the barest graze of his fingertips against the choppy strands near my ear. But his knuckles grazed the back of my neck as he worked, and I sucked in a breath, my shoulders tensing.
'I don't understand…'
The blade whispered, and a few strands drifted down onto the cloth around my shoulders.
"Is—is that not too much?" I asked him, my eyes widening at the chunk that had dropped to my feet.
"It's fine. I am just trying to even it out. It will turn out good, I promise," he said, grabbing another section of my hair.
"Alright, alright."
"You have thick hair," he murmured. "It usually holds its shape well, so that will help."
