[Khione’s Point View]
As I stood outside on the chilly, dark night on the front porch of the house, I let out a cloud of smoke and took another drag on my cigarette. I continued taking more drags until I felt a sudden tightness and burning in my chest, but I disregarded it and continued to take more drags while messing up my blonde hair.
I detested the shade of my hair.
I paused for a moment and remembered when I first started dying my hair blonde.
I had dark brown hair that Giovanni used to adore but that he now despises, so I had to change it.
I shook the idea out of my head, but Giovanni's face persisted in my mind.
God. Even after three years, the feelings I had for him were still present and even stronger than before.
Three years after the death of my father, I
