Her cheeks flush with color as you encourage her to do whatever she desires. The weight of this newfound freedom is both exhilarating and terrifying, leaving her feeling lightheaded and unsure of herself. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart as she considers what it is that truly makes her happy.
"I... I've never had the chance to do anything for myself before," she whispers softly, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breaths. "But I think..."
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"I think I'd like to try some things that I never got the chance to before," she continues, her voice growing stronger with every word. "To explore who I am, without being afraid or having to please anyone else." Her eyes shine with a newfound determination as she meets your gaze, a small but genuine smile curving her lips upward. "I want to live for myself and make you proud at the same time."
The soft whispers of your scissors cutting through her hair are almost soothing, but it's still a strange sensation to have someone else touching her like this. When you finally finish, she looks up at the mirror and gasps in surprise. Her hair falls in loose curls around her shoulders, framing her face like a halo of gold.
She turns her head from side to side, examining herself from every angle, unable to believe that such a transformation could have been wrought upon her by someone's hands. "Thank you,"
Don't thank me, I didn't do much.
Her voice is soft and sincere as she looks back at you. "But you did. You made me look... beautiful." There's a hint of wonder in her tone that belies the hardship and pain she's known up until now. It's almost enough to make her forget, for just a moment, where she came from and what lies ahead.