Nobody ever wonders about the back story. The things we had to do, even if it hurt the ones we loved.

I had to do it. I didn’t realize what I was doing, until the deed was done. Money can do that.

Yes, I was paid to cut his hair. The hair I’d stroke each night. I wish I hadn’t once I saw the pain he suffered.

I did love him. But for that moment when the scissors saw the moonlight, I was blinded by what life could be like if only I cut his rich locks.

See? Nobody ever asked me if I regreted it. They painted me as a horrible person.

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