Clara's POV
I stood frozen, my eyes wide in disbelief.
No. No, no… this wasn't real. It couldn't be.
Ciel was there—smiling—beside a woman who looked exactly like me.
My mind spun, a thousand questions clawing at my thoughts, each one sharper than the last. My feet moved before I realized it, carrying me toward them. I stopped directly in their path, but Ciel didn't so much as glance at me. Instead, he reached for her hand, steadying her as she stepped gracefully down from a ledge.
"Ciel," I called, my voice trembling.
Nothing.
It was as if I didn't exist.
I reached out, desperate to touch him, but my fingers slipped through his arm like mist. My breath caught. I was… a ghost.
Helpless, I followed as he led her away, their hands brushing, their smiles soft and private.
"This place is beautiful," she said—in my voice.
"I love coming here with you."
"I know, my love," Ciel replied in that warm tone that once belonged only to me. "I'll bring you here as often as you like."
