Love's Bitter Edge (Eva and Leonard)

Chapter 26 Chapter 26 Short Hair The next day, I texted Leonard's secretary, Emilia, to take a leave of absence told her that I was busy without further context.

Emilia simply replied towith an "okay", and she didn't probe further. Emilia worked for lan, and she was also Leonard's best assistant. Requesting leave from her was equivalent to asking Leonard himself. After the heated argument last night, Leonard just thought that I was being unreasonable and was throwing a tantrum.

He textedand toldthat I would be considered to be absent from work. He also toldthat my full attendance bons would be deducted this month. Healculated my salary and fill attendance bonus and found that they didn't account to much. At that thought, I wasn't too bothered about the deduction.

Emma had been waiting outside my apartment since early in the morning, she had also broughta warm sandwich.

"I know you don't have much of an appetite, but you should eat something. People say that chemotherapy is very damaging to the body." Under Emma's concerned and watchful eyes, I tried my best to eat the sandwich. She sighed in relief when she saw that I was eating. She droveto the hospital. Idelt nervous when the chemotherapy began, even more so when I saw the young girl next towho was bald. I unconsciously gripped Emma's hand tightly. Emma noticed the little girl too. She gazed at the young girl with sympathy. The girl's mother seemed to have understood how we felt, and she smiled belplessly.

"You can't avoid hair loss after chemotherapy. Instead of waiting for it to fall off, we thought it was better to shave all her hair off The little girl nodded and said, "Don't worry, miss I can wear wigs! The wig store behind the hospital has many beautiful wigs." The link get seemed to be around seven to eight years old. She was supposed to be living a carefree life.

Perhaps she still couldn't wrap her mind around the meaning of losing hair. The de girl continued to tellabout a beautiful pigtail wig from the wig store behind the hospital. Emma grumbled, "The business owner is very smart. His business must be booming." Ismiled and nodded, "Yeah. Let's check it out together later." Emma opened her mouth, trying to say something But in the end, she nodded in silence.

After my chemotherapy ended, Emma said, "Era, you're always the most beautiful in my eyes! I will buy you the best wig!" Noticing the tears in her eyes, I nodded solemnly, "Twint the most expensive ene. Otherwise, you should grow your hair out and make a wig out of your hair." Emmastroked her hair and shook her head. "Please let my hair be. I'll buy you a wig with my own money!" We looked at each other and laughed. The depressive mood seemed to have faded a little. Perhaps it was because I received the injection, but I didn't experience any abnormal actions after the chemotherapy.

When we passed by the hair salon, I told Emma to stop the car. I said, "I want to get a short haircut." Emma stared atin horror. After promising that I just wanted to get a shorter haircut, Emma accompaniedto the hair salon.

1had been growing my hair since high school, and I only ever trimmed my hair once a year. It was easier to style long hair, and 1 had always been vain. I would spend a lot of money on caring for myhair.

"Miss, are you sure about cutting your hair short? It's quite a pity." The hairstylist askedthe squestion three times, and I nodded with determination.

"Could you keep my hair? I'd like to make a wig. You should know where 1 can get that done, right? Since the hair salon was close to the hospital, the hairstylist immediately understood what I meant. He gazed atwith sympathy, then he nodded.

Inoticed Etum around and secretly wipe her tears, but I simply smiled. After all, I was just cutting off my hair, not my longevity.

The hairstylist carefully snipped off my hair and kept it away. He encouragedrepeatedly and toldmiracle stories of cancer survivors.

I knew that it took care of my health, I would not die immediately, Death was inevitable, but I just wanted to die with dignity, I wished to live a few more years and to enjoy life. When I saw how skinny was in the mirror, I felt a little detached.

When Leonard and I first started dating, he accompaniedfor a haircut once. At that time, shoulder-length hair was the trend, and considered cutting my hair shorter, but Leonard was strongly against it, and he almost fought with the hairstylist.

I told Leonard that I spent a lot of money on my hair every month. In response, Leonard said he would work hard to develop software and guaranteea good life. He promiseda life where could simply rely on him.

Back then, Leonard toldthat he loved how I looked with long hair, When I first offered to sponsor him,he sawand thought that my long, straight, black hair madeseerlike every man's firstlove.

Stroking my hair, I felt conflicted. But none of that mattered now because Leonard didn't loveanymore. Leonard wouldn't care if I had long or short hair. After getting die haircut, I felt more energized Emma seemed more selexed too. She parted herself on the chest.

"You're lucky that your face goes with anything. I think you'd look good even if you're bald " Roling my eyes at Emma, Isad, "You'll seebald very soon." Upon heating my words, Emma felt alle sad. Ilightly enticed her Isaid, "Don't worry, tr's just hair. Dr. Price toldthat my hair can grow again."

While we were trying to decide on what to eat, Leonard called "Ew, do you think you can get away with ink you can taking leave? I don't care where you are now, but I want you to cback.