Vanish From Her Life

It was hard, pretending to be unbothered by his presence. Hera tried her best to ignore him and started to brush her hair. He had messed it thoroughly while kissing her. 

'I swear, he has a thing for my hair.'

She saw his reflection moving to her bed through the mirror. He was checking everything with keen interest. After scrutinising her bed, pillow, comforter, and curtains, he moved to the drawer of the table. Hera sighed, defeated. She'd kept a packet full of hair ties in there. She already knew what he would do with them. 

"Did you forget that it was your gift to me?" Hera asked, still looking into the mirror.