- 1:19 PM "Take your hair down."

She said it in a voice I've never heard from her before. All in all she looks so different from the tiny piece of junk she was when I met her. But that voice, it had confidence, and that was something that never belonged where she was.
Take down your hair, I'd heard it before. From a face I loved far more than this girl. I don't love her at all. Kimoura had said that to me and I obliged, I always obliged to her but now...
Now it's this girl. Do I dare? She stands before me like she knows what she's doing. I want her to cry. To double over and clutch herself. I want her to be normal and familiar because I never wanted change. Kimoura, why is it like this? Why couldn't I be with you?
The dusk streams in through the windows, and the chimes blow in the wind. I'm taking too long to respond. Yes, or no?
I'll do it. But only to fulfill some sort of personal tragedy within myself. So I can mourn the loss of something that only belonged to me and her. So I can make it worthless.
I undo the band and it falls down to my shoulders. The curls touch my cheeks in a foreign sensation. Do you see now?
And she has a smile on her face. She shouldn't smile. She doesn't own that right. I want to kick her for being Grey, for being happy right now, because she's pathetic. She's supposed to be pathetic. I'm the one who's strong.
"It's nothing special." I take the emotion from my voice, but I still hope she can feel my hate for her, "You belong alone, you know. You were never meant to see that." I wanted to tell her to die. To go back to where she came from. But I was already leaving the room.
I didn't hear her crying, which was a bad sign. Perhaps she would survive it. Why can't I win everything, Kimoura?
Look at what I am now.