The Cut
Holly was sweating with nervousness, but Jeremy simply patted her shoulder and started working on her before she had the chance to change her mind.
He separated her hair into sections and began to snip away at her hair. “Say goodbye to the old,” he said in a sing-song tone of voice and in one final chop, he got rid of two feet of hair. Holly’s eyes were wide, but it was too late. What was done, was done.