ONE SHORT CHAPTER. MIAN :O

And when the cops closed the fair,

I cut my long, baby hair,

Stole me a dog-eared map,

And called for you everywhere

Flightless Bird American Mouth, Iron & Wine

REN'S POV

“Can this really cure my broken heart?” the salon receptionist in front of me look up from her computer and eyed me warily, “Yes Miss?” the lines on her forehead starting to form a small frown.

“Can this really cure my broken heart? Will cutting my hair cure my broken heart?” I repeated, leaning on the table and eyeing her with a dead, emotionless haze.

The salon receptionist can pretty much tell that I am a train wreck, “It can make you feel better” she assured me.

“Good” I walked slowly and sat on the nearest salon chair; the receptionist called one of her stylists and asked her to take care of me, “she’s broken hearted” I heard her murmur to the stylist as they gaze at me with half-hearted pity.

“Oh, puppy love” the stylist whispers and walked nearer to me. She covered me with a piece of silk cloth and started combing my hair. “What hairstyle would you like?” she looked at me through the mirror.

“I’m not really sure, just make it short” I looked at her and then looked at my own reflection. My tiny eyes will never be the same as the big, cute eyes she have. My pale, thin lips will never be anyth