The rest of the werewolf game had passed with Nina in silence and she left before Merric, shutting herself in her room shortly after. She had a pair of scissors in her hand and was looking at them carefully, pondering what she should do, and finally she tied her hair up, first in pigtails, then twisted the pigtails together to form two loops.

She then cut them both off, giving a soft little laugh as they fell onto the bed, like perfect little ropes of hair. Perfect. Nina ran her hands through her now blissfully short hair and sighed. This was going to take some getting used to, but she would deal with it. To be honest, there really wasn’t anything she couldn’t deal with anymore. After all, she had lost everything, hadn’t she? Lost it all, and here she was. Still puttering away at life.

The phone call had been made. The bags had been packed. Now all that was left was to write the note. And so she drew out a piece of paper and thought. How should she start this fantastic letter? Dear a*****e? Dear ******** jerk who deserves to die? Or simply…Dear Merric. Yes. Simple. Formal. Detached.

Dear Merric,

I fear we have come to a parting of the ways. I guess we’ve had a good run, but I suppose I’m tired of you…being a lousy human being to me. You never have had my back it seems, and quite frankly. I’m sick of it. And I’m sick of you.

I have a parting gift for you, not to worry. My hair loops. You can kindly take them and shove them up your a**, if you so desire. I don’t need or want them anymore. Odette is dead, and quite frankly, I’m so happy for her. Because now she doesn’t have to deal with the shithead of a ‘boyfriend’ that I’ve had to contend with for the past year and a half. Congratulations. I can’t understand why you didn’t just have my back. It was a game, sure. But to me it really felt like you just didn’t give a s**t about me, and it truly was what broke the camel’s back, so good bye. Have a nice life, and get the ******** out of mine.

-Nina

P.S. You are a ******** shithead.


She looked over the letter and gave a satisfied smirk, putting it into an envelope and enclosing the hair loops inside of it as well.

Nina walked into the kitchen, her suitcase in tow and dropped the letter smackdab on the counter, writing MERRIC across the envelope in large red letters.

She left the house then, blizzard or not. She wasn’t spending another night in this house. Not like this. Not now or ever again. It was really time to start a new life, and it was ******** time to live, instead of being burdened with someone who just wanted her to be a person that she could never be again. It was seriously time for change.