The next day, I called off work. With the state I was in right now, I didn't think I could concentrate during work. I would definitely mess up, so I did Greg a huge favor by calling the day off.
Like I said, I wanted to start my life anew—a new start for the sake of Ethan and my mom. So today was going to be a "me" day, a day I wanted to dedicate to myself and no one else.
The first thing on the agenda of my "me" day was to dye my hair. It was a fading brown, and since I wanted to start anew, why not dye my hair? The color black was my natural hair color, besides being Ethan's favorite hair color.
Ethan was the one who would always suggest I should dye my hair if he saw it was fading or if it didn't suit me anymore. He was too good to be true.
"Don't you think the pink's fading?" he said while holding strands of my hair.
"Of course I know, it's my hair," I snapped at him. I didn't understand what it was with my hair—I loved the color pink, and besides, a guy at the mall called me beautiful yesterday.
"You don't have to be so salty about it, and I wasn't suggesting it, I was telling you," he replied firmly. If not for the fact that he used that tone with me, I most definitely would have argued with him. But once he talked like that, I knew he was serious, and arguing with him would be pointless.
"Okay, I will go to the salon tomorrow. What does his highness suggest I change my hair color to?"
He smiled at my childish remark. "Black would be nice," he suggested.
"No, anything but black". I don't understand what his problem is with black.
"Please, anything but black. I promise I will dye it black next time, not just now," I begged.
"You know that's what you say every time I ask you to dye it black," he said.
He was right. Though it was my natural hair color, black wasn't really my style, and I didn't think I'd look beautiful in it.
"Okay, after this I will dye it black, I promise," I continued to beg.
"You promise?" he asked with a raised brow.
"Yes, I promise, for real."
"Okay." Shrugging his shoulders, he said, "Try brown then." Anything that was better than black was okay, so without arguing, I said it was okay.
We went to the salon together to dye my hair brown. After it was done, I looked into the mirror like I always do after I've dyed my hair, and I've got to be honest—the brown looked better than the pink ever did on me. I should take Ethan's advice next time and maybe try the black I resent.
He never got to see the black hair on me till he died. If only I could go back in time, I would've changed a lot of things. But that's not possible now, is it?
If he knew I was going to dye my hair black, he would definitely tease me about it. I could visualize his goofy smile, which brought a small smile to my face.
I would use our good memories to give me strength to move on. Nothing has ever made me as happy as Ethan did, and nothing has made me as sad as Ethan's death. I just wish he could come back.
Instead of walking, I took my car—the car Ethan bought as a birthday gift for me. It was actually a surprise. The day my eyes landed on the car was such a happy moment for me. I never imagined he would buy the car for me. This is one of my most cherished possessions.
Starting the car, I headed to the salon. Since it was about a fifteen-minute drive, I decided to play some songs, not wanting the car to be silent. *POV* by Ariana Grande was playing.
Though I hadn't heard the song before, it was really soothing. I didn't even know when I started singing along with it. The song was a masterpiece; this had to be my best Ariana Grande song.
Not quite long, I reached the salon. This was a different salon from the one Ethan and I used to go to. I didn't want to go there; it would just make me feel lonely again.
"Miss, what would you like me to do?" A brunette girl came up to me and asked. Her name tag said "Alexa." Not a bad name, and besides, she looked nice. She had a mole on her upper lip and wasn't really tall. Her eyes were hazel, which made her look beautiful.
"I would like to dye my hair black, please," I replied, giving her a smile.
"Right this way, miss." She directed me to sit on a chair.
"Please don't call me miss. Just call me Stacy." I really didn't like formalities—even at work, I didn't like it.
She smiled at me and nodded. She really had a nice smile. "I'm Alexa," she said. Well, I already knew that, but I still gave her acknowledgment.
She left and came back with the dye and immediately started to dye my hair. While she was doing it, I started a conversation.
"For how long have you been working here?"
She looked like she was pondering her answer before saying, "It should be about five to six years now." My eyes widened at that. She giggled at my expression, which I found pretty nice. I really liked this girl.
We continued to talk about random topics. She was a final-year college student studying history, and she had an elder brother who was apparently a single father. This was just a side job she liked doing. Her family was rich, but she didn't want to depend on them.
I told her about Ethan, to which she apologized, but I just smiled and said there was nothing to apologise about. Besides, I felt pretty good talking to her—she really was a nice person.
About an hour later, I was done dyeing my hair.
"Wow, you really look beautiful, Stacy," Alexa complimented, to which I smiled at her. I looked into the mirror, and she wasn't kidding. I did look beautiful, and here I thought black would look awful on me. It complimented my deep brown eyes.
This caused me to frown—Ethan never got to see me with black hair. As if she was reading my mind, Alexa hugged me and said, "Don't worry, I'm sure he's looking down at you smiling wherever he is."
This brought an actual genuine smile to my lips. I guess I made a new friend.