Penny came to see me and pointed to the doorway. "Is that Jon?"

I scowled. "That's the bastard!"

Penny sighed and asked with a smile, "Are you really going to shave your head?"

"Yes, go ahead. Don't wait for Lily; she's quite busy. Please help me, I can't bring myself to do it."

Penny nodded and began shaving my head. As I looked at the pile of hair on the floor, the lyrics of a song came to mind: I cut off my hair, cutting off my attachment…

I glanced at my reflection in the mirror. It looked rather unappealing, a clear sign of a late-stage illness.

I soon found...