She just arrived at home. Another failed date with a failed guy. She was tired and a little drunk. The two bottles of wine fault. Why couldn't she soberly face him?
Taking a bath seemed to be the only escape from the horrible feeling which takes control of your whole body when you're unhappy. She grabbed some vanilla liquid soap and applied slowly and softly on her body, smelling each speck of escence coming out... Her recently dyied hair was fading away once she put her head inside the hot water. It was calming to see the blue vanishing. She was struggling against the urge to change again and again. She lost, and her hands quickly got the first bottle of purple dye she could find, and then she simply threw all of it on the top of her head.
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