#Chapter48
---One question: Why me?-03
Have I ever said how much I love my hair when it’s white?
No?
Well I’m saying it now. I love my hair when it’s white. Like… I really, really love my hair when it’s white.
Because I almost died when it turned black.
I could feel it. My soul was weaker. It got a really good punch right in the face. A clear knock out. His soul was stronger now. How in the bloody hell could I loose my place in my body? He was kicking my soul out of it. And grinning while doing it.
Well excuse me, jerk. This is my body. Can you please stop beating up my soul out of it?
What the hell was wrong with this psychopath?
I mean, come on. It’s my freaking body. This isn’t fair.
