"The first time when I ever saw the whiteness, I felt a flurry of emotions but I think the one that dominated was hope. Hope that I wasn't unfairly dead.
Now I approached the whiteness with a dreary mood. I couldn't help but feel I deserved death. Like eternal 'eternal' death. Like it was poetic justice for me to suffer for Casper's decisions.
"I don't want to do this anymore," I mouthed. "HEY CASPER, DID YOU HEAR THAT? I DON'T WANT TO FUCKING DO THIS ANYMORE. Maybe you can fix that for me."
A sharp and pretty contrast against the white background, Casper appeared. He looked absolutely grand in his dark wolf form looking like the werewolf version of Dracula. He moves stealthily towards me. When he was directly front of me, he sat down and licked his paws.
"What's the point?" I heard his question in my mind. For the first time he didn't sound convicted, just plain sorry lazy. "I was only looking out for myself."
