Hair

"Stop moving" I groaned at Mark as he kept on moving his head. A week has passed since we went to the market together and you could say that we became a little bit closer now. He comes over almost everyday, to cook for me or just hang out.

I can't deny the fact that his presence have grown in me , and he does bring joy into my life .

A small amount.

It's been a while , since someone wanted to know me , get close to me , be my friend. Everyone is afraid of me , they call me bad luck . I even killed my own parents.

"Ow " I was awake from my thoughts as I heard Mark wince in pain . I may have hurt his hair more than i should . "I- I'm sorry" I apologize as I rubbed the part that has now turned red.

I was currently behind a sitting Mark , getting ready to cut his hair. " I told you a hundred times but you won't listen . Going to a barber is easier, I'm not an expert. " He huffed as he threw his head back , looking at me . His head laying on my chest as his lips formed into a smile. "You doing it is better. " His eyes locked in mine as he flashed his bright white smile at me.

It was the first time in a while, again , that i felt at peace. And as if in this moment, the pain of life disappeared. It was just me drowning in his mesmerizing brown eyes shinning lightly looking at me . The faint sound of the ticking clock being the only thing that could be heard , along my breath that has become faster. Mark's smile has now disappeared too , he also seemed lost in my eyes. Few moments have passed, just like that , and as dumb as I can be , I coughed as I straighten his head back parting his hair . "Okay um let's , this , um cut your hair" I had a hard time forming the sentence , and it was very clear. He chuckled as he sat straight sighing happily.

What just happened.

I held the scissors in my hand as i held a few of his hair in the other hand, and with this I started. "Since my childhood , I was always left out." I stopped cutting as I heard him talk . What is he talking about and why?

"I was always the weak one. Even my grandparents , they always doubted me. They say I don't have what it takes to be one of them and take over their heritage. You know , growing up, I was always bothered by the fact that I am far away from being what they want me to be. No matter what I tried to do , I was always a disappointment. My dad always tried to help me . He always talked good of me in-front of the elders." He stopped as he quietly laughed. Pain was evident in his voice, I held the scissors in my hand as I clutched hard on it .

"They would always make fun of him no matter what he said. They didn't believe in me. I was always the last to be chosen . Even in this. " He sniffed a bit as he laid his head back his eyes piercing right into me . " I don't want to lose my first mission." He smiled lightly as he tapped his tongue on his right inner cheeks. "I'm tired of always trying my best , but always ending in vain. I want to make my dad proud for once. I want him to be able to brag about me in-front of his friends and family. I want my grandfather to see me as one of them ." He stopped for a moment as he directed his eyes again into mine. His smile faded as his lips now formed a faint line. "I thought it was an easy task . But I think I'm starting to lose."

A painful smile was drawn up his face once again , his eyes still stuck in mine and with that he croaked . " because of you."

" M-me?" I stuttered, my eyes wide open. He smiled , turning around. Mark passed his hands over his face lightly, removing the small tears that formed in his eyes. I could see that this topic held a big place in his heart. He's hurt, just like me. But why will I make him lose?

" Don't think about it too much." He smiled patting my head . "Let's continue working on my hair. Shall we?" I nodded, even though I wanted to know the answer.

Respect his privacy Everly.

Mark Pov

" Don't think about it too much." I smiled patting her head . "Let's continue working on my hair. Shall we?" She nodded unsure. It was a mistake, I blurted it out unconsciously. I sighed as i turned back to how I was sitting few minutes ago.

I shared with her my biggest insecurity in the hopes that she would do the same back someday. Hopefully , knowing that she's not the only one that's hurting will make her talk and open up more.

"Do you want it medium short? or short short?" She asked , as her hands slowly caressed my hair. "Whatever you like. I don't mind." She nodded thinking. " Then I won't cut it too short." She stated as I felt her hand work over my hair, delicately moving bit by bit. I felt some of my hair starting to fall on the floor .