It was quite long though not as long as your own. But hers was fountain of curls. Flowing in dark waves along her shoulders when it was down. She often had it up but when we were alone together she let me help her to take it all down.

[He smiles as he carefully twists red strands up until all of it is out of the way. Grabbing his dry towel, he spins that to form a rope that he wraps around Ren's head as a headband. A simple knot and just like that the hair is going nowhere.]

She was breathtakingly beautiful. I love to think of her even to this day.