Who You Are To Me (unOrdinary)

Episode 35 - The Headmistress of Wellston Pt.4

Emma's POV

Marie Antoinette Syndrome.

Apparently, that was what happened to me.

It was an alleged condition of hair that suddenly turns white. The name originates from folklore about the hair of Queen Marie Antoinette of France. Her hair turned stark white after her capture following the ill-fated flight to Varennes during the French Revolution.

Based on witnesses, Antoinette's hair rapidly turned white on three occasions.

This condition is caused by high levels of emotional stress, and it has been found that some hairs can become colored again when said stress is reduced.

However, there was no way that I could stop getting stressed.

I had been recently kicked off of the Turf War roster due to my excessive violence, and each of my relationships with the Royals had crashed into pieces.

Every day felt like hell, and high school didn't help with the overwhelming amount of work either.

The only thing I could look forward to was William.

Even when he found out about my blowup with Vianny and Eli, he didn't leave me.

I was thankful for that. At least there was someone who stood by my side.

Still, I was far more worried about William's sake than my own.

What if I hurt him the same way I did to Vianny and Eli? What if I shouted and yelled and didn't care for what he had to say to me? How heartbroken would he be when he's found out that his girlfriend is some kind of...monster?

No...

I can't bear to imagine it. Vianny crying was a sight that was already enough to convince me that I didn't want anyone else to suffer anymore.

From then on, I wanted to hold myself back. I decided that I would excel in school academics, but I didn't want to see another shattered expression on another person's face.

And just as I suspected, I couldn't stop myself from stressing out.

The loneliness was creeping up to me. Even when I had William, he was the one supportive person I had. My parents were as busy as ever in their jobs and started to come home less. If I was really lucky, I'd see them two times a week.

Even when I wanted my ability level to stop growing, it continued anyway.

Nothing was going my way and I felt lost.

Once graduation day arrived for high school, all of my hair became pure white. There was only a girl with a dark look on her face, wearing red-rimmed rectangular glasses and long messy white hair in a bun on top of her head.

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"Say, I really like your black hair. It's pretty. Hair colors like that are really hard to find these days, you know?"

"You like my hair? Really? I thought that it's too bland."

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"You should confess your feelings, you know. I totally support you guys. I think you two would look cute together. Besides, both of your hair colors match! They're both black. That must mean it's a good sign!"

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