Ciel, Ciel. Who was this 'Ciel', and why did he keep thinking it was her? It wasn't her, there was no way it could be her. But still he'd give her that look and talk like that, and...
Stop it! she wanted to scream. Stop calling me that! She's not me! Stop mistaking me for someone else!
Why wouldn't he see she wasn't who he thought she was? Why was he so concerned, and why was it that no matter how much he frightened her, she still couldn't leave him alone? Was it the protectiveness? The concern that tinged his voice?
She didn't know.
With a small swallow, she played with her high ponytail again. She didn't understand why she still wore it that way; maybe it was one of those little things she always did in youth, and it sort of just carried over. It was convenient, and it wasn't as though Celia was looking for any particular man to impress.
"I told you." She tried her best to smile, though even she knew that it had to be as pristine as a hairline fracture through plate glass. "I guess you don't remember. The doctors did say that you were having trouble with your memory."
'Doctors'. As much as people who enjoyed toying around with the mentally ill could be considered, she supposed.
"I was a nurse at the hospital you stayed at before you came here. I...I even sent you a letter. Did you get it?"
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Ciel, Ciel. Who was this 'Ciel', and why did he keep thinking it was her? It wasn't her, there was no way it could be her. But still he'd give her that look and talk like that, and...
Stop it! she wanted to scream. Stop calling me that! She's not me! Stop mistaking me for someone else!
Why wouldn't he see she wasn't who he thought she was? Why was he so concerned, and why was it that no matter how much he frightened her, she still couldn't leave him alone? Was it the protectiveness? The concern that tinged his voice?
She didn't know.
With a small swallow, she played with her high ponytail again. She didn't understand why she still wore it that way; maybe it was one of those little things she always did in youth, and it sort of just carried over. It was convenient, and it wasn't as though Celia was looking for any particular man to impress.
"I told you." She tried her best to smile, though even she knew that it had to be as pristine as a hairline fracture through plate glass. "I guess you don't remember. The doctors did say that you were having trouble with your memory."
'Doctors'. As much as people who enjoyed toying around with the mentally ill could be considered, she supposed.
"I was a nurse at the hospital you stayed at before you came here. I...I even sent you a letter. Did you get it?"