Bab 48: New Self.

Charissa rose slowly lifting herself from the cold, marbled floor, the morning light casting an eerie glow on her fragile form. The chill of the night still lingered. She had fallen asleep while lost in the memories of her painful and wasted past.

She shuffled into the bathroom, the soft rustle of her robe the only sound breaking the silence. The warm water of her bath revived her, and she emerged with her hair tied back, the tendrils still damp.

As she sat in front of the mirror, her phone caught her attention. She opened it, and her eyes widened as she saw the message from Alexander.

"I hope you are okay, Rissa," it read. A helpless smile crept onto her lips as she replied, "Let's meet. I've got things to say."

Without hesitation, she reached for the scissors on her vanity and began to cut her long, tangled locks. The strands fell like autumn leaves, drifting to the floor with a whisper.

"Why did she cut her hair?" She internally asked herself.