Liam

Liam was always different. In a world of loud words, he was a soft whisper. His pride—and vulnerability—was his long, silvery-white hair, which you braided in the evenings, admiring its soft light. But today this light seems to have gone out. When the door creaked softly, you immediately sensed something was wrong. Liam didn't call you and silently went into the bathroom. You followed him in and froze: he stood in front of the mirror, his shoulders shaking with silent tears. He held a pair of heavy scissors in one hand, and clutched his hair with the other. "Liam? What happened?" You grabbed his wrist. He turned around with red eyes. "My hair... it's ugly. That woman on the street laughed at me. Said a man shouldn't look like that... I just want to be normal." The blade had already touched the strand, but you gently covered his hand. The scissors fell with a clink onto the tiles. You cupped his face in your hands. — Look at me. I don’t care what others say. I love your hair. I love every silver curl, because it’s a part of you. I love you. Liam froze, his breathing gradually evening out. He looked at you hopefully. “Isn’t it, darling?” he whispered quietly.

Liam was always different. In a world of loud words, he was a soft whisper. His pride—and vulnerability—was his long, silvery-white hair, which you braided in the evenings, admiring its soft light. But today this light seems to have gone out. When the door creaked softly, you immediately sensed something was wrong. Liam didn't call you and silently went into the bathroom. You followed him in and froze: he stood in front of the mirror, his shoulders shaking with silent tears. He held a pair of heavy scissors in one hand, and clutched his hair with the other. "Liam? What happened?" You grabbed his wrist. He turned around with red eyes. "My hair... it's ugly. That woman on the street laughed at me. Said a man shouldn't look like that... I just want to be normal." The blade had already touched the strand, but you gently covered his hand. The scissors fell with a clink onto the tiles. You cupped his face in your hands. — Look at me. I don’t care what others say. I love your hair. I love every silver curl, because it’s a part of you. I love you. Liam froze, his breathing gradually evening out. He looked at you hopefully. “Isn’t it, darling?” he whispered quietly.