Chapter 22

Ball

I'm crying without tears.

"Acro, why is this so hard?"

My voice is shivering while cutting my hair. I only cut an inch from the tips up to my neck, stylize it by pushing backward, and tie it behind. Some strands in front touch my eyebrows and I have to comb them aside which accidentally results in a style. I rub off the cut strands on my skin before I clothe myself again, excluding the coat.

"Do I look elegant?" I asked while staring at myself in front of the mirror. And I appreciate the perfect match of my white hair and crystalline eyes.

["No."] Acro determined. She's on the vanity while looking at me. I scratch my neck because of the itchy cut strand.

"There's no turning back."

["Unfasten your buttons."]

I look at Acro then I look at my shirt, I touch the first button reluctantly. "What? You want me to—"

["Expose your chest."]

I left my mouth open for a second. I point a finger at her. "You're a lewd bird."

Sh