Chapter Seventy One
A brand new morning filled with disasters.
Third Person’s Point of View
Louise was feeling the dread of the morning.
The snow was thick, covering the place with nothing but a beautiful shade of white. All the glory of the children that were playing with the snow connotes the happiness in their life, the beauty of being nothing but a child without a problem to hold.
She was regretting the day she decided to become an adult.
She's 19 years old; why was she so adamant on growing so fast?
“I wish I was still a kid. The same person who has a real smile printed in her face.” She whispered as she takes yet another drink. As the heat of the drink covered her body, the shivered soon left her.
It would not last long, but she was thankful for it.
Mint was just about
