Her ponnytale is loose. You can now see the dark roots of her hair, which reveals the secret. She isn´t a blond. Her fair skin and freckles made it believable.
At first, this lie made him feel more confortable with himself but also curious. The problem is, Jason always had a thing for blonds...And the realization of this fact unsettles him and decides to walk from one side of the room to the window.
Would it have been different if her hair had been brunette at that time? - He asked himself as he saw her once more.
Right now isn´t the time to see her. He needs to hold on to his hatred. Jason is the person he wants to think about. Not her and how each of her tears has made her cheeks saltier.
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