Reclaiming The Rejected Luna's Heart

ed in my ears and I stared up at the sky. The last few days have been an eye-opener and I don't think my heart will ever heal from the heartaches and pains I went through. "Where to now?" I

uttered out of curiosity. "Fuck." Whitney cursed and I frowned. " language, Whitney." "No, look at your hair." She said and I sent my hand to my hair. My waist length had come loose. "Where's my hair bun?" I asked, looking around. "I guess Georgie has it." She said and I looked at George in time to see him pocket it in his pants. "No!" I muttered, wanting to go after him. "Stop," Whitney commanded, taking control of my muscles. "It's not worth it." She said. "Why? I love that bun." I replied, glaring at George as he was being carried into an ambulance. From his waist downwards were bloody. I guess he sustained a lot of injuries from the floor earlier. A minute ago, I felt something, anger, pity, care. But now, nothing. "It's not worth it, you don't plan on keeping the hair do you?" Whitney asked, and I took my eyes off the ambulance as it drove away. I shook my head, he loved my hair long and I loved it short. I guess I won in the end. I looked around my vicinity and I was just lucky to see a pair of scissors. I sent my hand to my hair, cutting it to shoulder length. Whitney helped me trim it evenly. "That's done." She said and I sighed, relief flooding through me. I've never felt freer. I stared at the sky, the sun was beginning to show. I removed a pair of sunglasses from my pocket and wore it over my eyes. "Where to next?" I asked. "Someone is coming over soon," Whitney answered and I frowned. "You don't mean him, do you?" I asked, pointing at the guy who was currently walking towards me. "What's he doing here?" I asked, my frown deepening. "Frown less, Wendy, and you mi