Chapter 6

Early in the morning, I crossed off another day on the calendar.

Ten days left until my departure.

I heard the door open behind me.

Emma came in, wrapped in snow and wind. She took off her coat and came to hug me.

She still didn't like my hair.

Her gaze followed mine to the calendar. Emma looked at the heavily circled date and laughed softly, gently pinching my cheek, "Can't wait to marry me, huh?"

She counted the days, "Just ten more."

She buried her face in my neck, "I'll find some time in the next couple of days to help you dye your hair back to black and get it styled, okay?"

"You'll look so handsome at the wedding."

"No need."

I stared at the calendar expressionlessly, "Not much time left."

"This hairstyle is fine as it is."

Emma was silent for a while, "Okay."

She let go and picked up her coat from the chair, "There's a lot to do for the wedding. One of our clubs got trashed yesterday, I'll be busy for a while, so I won't be coming home."

Emma watched me as she spoke.

As if waiting for me to give in.

Waiting for me to say, okay, come with me to dye my hair, to get it styled.

But I just looked back at her coldly.

"Go ahead."

"After all, there's only ten days left."

Emma said nothing, turning to step into the night.

She didn't look back.