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Eve had long hair when Rowan had first met her.
It was pulled back in a bun that time, that first time, Rowan hanging out the passenger window in the Pig, Eve pushing her bike up the slope. And as they drew nearer to the girl Rowan looked at the hair, how the sun painted them a golden brown, how the long waves curved and curled over to form a bun -even when long haired herself, Rowan never did have hair that long- all in anticipation for the moment the Pig would reach the girl, and they were driving past her now, she was looking down, as if hard in concentration on her task, or lost in thought- could it have been both? And her face- god, her face, it was long and whimsical and elegant, Rowan took in her side profile at first, the shape of her nose, her lips, her eyelids, and then she was already behind them, and looking out the window Rowan could take in a hint of what her face would look like sitting across from her. Strands of hair had escaped her bun and were flailing in the wind, catching and releasing the settling sun, there golden, there not. Rowan's gaze lingered on her hands, gripping the bike's handles, fingers long and knuckles pronounced, elegant and childlike at the same time.
Rowan turned ahead again, and then up to the sky, a cloudless spectrum of blues and purples, already dark on the further end.
Please.
Then, by the time Gansey introduced Eve to her as "the girl who saved me today, Rowan, she helped me with the Pig", Eve had her hair cut short, like a boy’s. But not as short as Rowan’s, of course, the brown waves framing that brilliant head of hers like feathers. She looked like a completely different person than the girl Rowan had noticed a few weeks ago, because now she wasn’t Rowan’s secret, she was Rowan’s competition to her friendship with Gansey. And then the seasons changed, and the world grew different around them, and Rowan changed, too. And Eve’s hair grew longer again.