Bald.

"Arthur!!" I screamed Mister handsome's name.

He had a wide smile on his lips and seemed overjoyed with what he had just done.

I quickly got up from where I was sitting and turned around to face Arthur. "Why would you do such a thing?" I inquired, my voice frigid.

"You should not have had your hair cropped. You should not have let go of those lovely..."

I couldn't even finish my sentence because I'm crying nonstop at the same time as Arthur.

As he wrapped his hands around my waist, he exhaled. "You shouldn't be surprised because I intend to cut my hair..."

"Art… Arthur. You... you're not the one who has cancer, so why are you doing this?"

Everyone in the room gasped as I said the word 'Cancer.'

They now fully understand why I wish to chop my entire hair due to my illness.

"I don't need cancer to have my hair cut, my love, so please don't..."

"But you still are..."

Just as I interrupted Arthur's sentence, he interrupted me in return while smiling broadly. "You know the saloon is