Late in the night...
A boy was crossing the road, hands in the pockets, head down.
He was just rejected by the girl he chased for 2 years.
Once again, he was rejected.
This was the one hundredth time he was rejected. Literally, 100.
The reason was that he was born with white hair.
He came from a village, the villagers believe that white hair was a curse.
His parents raised him in disgust. Everyone looked down on him.
No girl wanted him.
But he still loved that girl.
He walked and walked, walked by the park, the river, Old Lin's house.
He could not accept his fate.
He ran.
As he ran across the road, he heard a screeching noise. A blinding light. Pain. Blackness.
The next thing he knew, he was falling down from the sky.
"Eh?"
That boy was me.