Lucia has never been confused as ever and she just wanted to see Harry again and understand what is really happening and to know who he really is.
Days, months and years passed, no shadows of Harry were seen and felt. Lucia who perfectly knew how it feels to be lonely and hurt can never understand what she was feeling now after getting to know Harry and losing him so quickly.
Lucia got older and weaker. Her melancholy brought her sickness in heart and body. Living alone, nobody takes care of her and this made her sicker than ever. With only thoughts of Harry, Lucia, in her bed, cried tears of pain. "I have never felt alive until you came into my life Harry and when you left it was the darkest moment." As she breathes heavily and her eyes slowly closing, a man came to her bedside and stroked her hair.
"Lucia, I am finally here. Please live. I am sorry for leaving you and for not being truthful to you." Lucia with her little strength left tried to open her eyes and look up to Harry. "Harry is that you? Where have you been all these years? I have looked for you ever where and I have mourned for your disappearance."