"Life," they say, "always finds a way."
Yeah. A way to say 'Fuck you'
Just when you think life's finally playing nice… Just when you're about to raise a toast to someone else's misery…
Life leans in, smiles and says, "Now it's your turn."
Then it starts screwing you—slowly, thoroughly and without consent.
Now, don't get me wrong—I'm not talking about my own devastatingly handsome self. I have made peace with life's nonsense. Hell, I even got used to it back in my last life... before I became a billionaire, of course.
No, this particular tragedy belonged to someone else.
A traitorous bastard currently floating in front of me as if he had been screwed so fast he didn't even feel the pain until the soreness began to spread.
My dear ol' sentient cloak.
This bastard—I was definitely sure—was laughing while Ru was doing her little makeover experiment on me.
It didn't even try to help. No protest or even a try to sacrifice itself nobly in my stead.
