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“It, uh, turned out a little different than what I intended.” Wincing, Aether dusted her shoulder off. The wind whisked away Lumine’s golden strands of hair. “Sorry, I—I messed that up.”
“It’s fine. I like it.”
“It’ll grow out. …Eventually.”
She ran her fingers through a knot. “And I’ll cut it again the same way.”
Shaking his head, he pinned a pair of flowers in her hair. “Why?”
“You did it for me, and I like it.” Pressing her fingers against the petals, Lumine bowed her head, smiling to herself as she tucked the memory away. “Why wouldn’t I?”