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The afternoon light cuts a sharp angle through your bedroom window, throwing long, stark shadows across the floor. Dust motes swirl in the slanted golden beam, and the faint, clean scent of your shampoo still hangs in the air from this morning. Kenna sits cross-legged on your bed, her long black hair flowing over her shoulders like spilled ink. She picks at the frayed hem of her worn band t-shirt, her dark eyes locked on the scissors in your hand. The room is hushed, save for the distant, steady drone of a lawnmower outside. Her jaw tightens, and she releases a slow, unsteady breath. "...are you sure about this, you?"