Hirasaya’s POV Whenever I see the people of Rozenhart, I was always reminded of snow. Maybe because of their fair skin and white hair which almost compares to an ice? Or maybe because of their delicate features like the ice structures they build? Ah, I think it was due to their eyes which resembles the rich color of the ocean that surrounds our place. But the longer I stayed here, I realized that they were more like a blizzard: Cold-hearted, deadly, and always pushes me back (figuratively) no matter what— at least, they were only like that to me. “Kung sinusuwerte nga naman! Tignan niyo ‘o! Hindi ba’t si Hirasaya ‘yon?” I looked at where the voice came from and saw one of the group of bullies who keeps on pestering me. On their lead was Russel, whose hands covered in mitten, was pointed towards my direction. Wala pang ilang segundo ay namalay
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