Chapter 33 I bit off his nose

　　Louisa's POV 　　When I lost my grandparents, I was only seven years old. At that time, I refused to eat for three days. I didn't plan to give my parents a big hard time by starving myself to death to mourn my grandparents. It was all natural. Whenever I ate something, I would throw it up right away because of the pain I suffered in my stomach. 　　I thought I learned about ways of dealing with grief at that time. You know, all those lives were nothing but transitions and shit in the priest's speech. However, nobody told me what it was like to lose my parents. For some unspeakable reason, they just didn't tell you that you were going to feel like an orphan at whatever age you were as an adult. 　　I didn't sleep for a whole month after I lost both of my parents in that traffic accident. Whenever I closed my eyes, I saw my parents' lifeless bodies lying in the morgue, burnt into char. My dad's arms were like withered rigs, stretching out in the air. I knew during the last moment of his life