It was a cool, breezy night. And it was just like any other night for Vance. But on nights like this, his mind is always elsewhere. So he loves to draw with his pencils. He draws anything, anything that can distract his mind.
"Hmm...how does Carina look like?," Vance tried to draw from memory.
But the drawing end up turning into some kind of scribble mess and Carina looked like some witch with two strands of hair and a missing nose. "It looks like Carina!!," Vance exclaimed happily.
"No! It's not at all! This is a disgrace to Carina! God if anyone witness this I am going to be embarrassed," is what he thought, but his actions were the opposite of that.
"It looks like you're enjoying yourself," a clear bell voice spoke behind me.
As the winds blew the curtains in, so does her silver hair which she left untied tonight. She looked almost ethereal, like a siren. Her gentle smile and expression brought so much peace to Vance, even in his head. "It's Carina! She's wearing that tight black uniform again. How could I ever behave myself?," he thought.
"Carina!," Vance ran to me and rub his face on my hair.
"S-Stop it! I thought I told you to behave! You have no shame! Carina is the last person I want to know that sees me being like this," Vance, in his head, feels like he wants to cry but the Vance on the outside smiles happily like it's nothing.
"What are you doing? Are you okay?," I asked as I ruffled his curly hair.
Vance giggled happily and ran to his desk to grab the drawing he did earlier. "Here! It's you!," he pushed the drawing to me. His eyes sparkled in anticipation at my praise.
I giggled, reminding of how my late younger brother Frederick who used to draw like this too. "Thank you. Ah, you're 'that' Vance now right,".
"T-Thank you for noticing! Yes, it's me! But it's not me!," Vance thought.
"I don't understand! I am always me," Vance placed his hands on his hips, like a child proud of nothing but his presence.
I sat down at the sofa, now feeling more relieved than ever that he is better now. Even though I have harnessed my powers well and I am physically healthy, I haven't used that spell in a long time and I was afraid that I've got rusty with it.
So, this is Vance at his correct dosage of his medication. I remembered that I saw he only had one pill left. He was supposed to take it twice a week in a month, but since there's only one left.
Vance had been taking it every day.
And I have no idea why. I can't converse with 'this' Vance, so the only way to found out and tie the loose ends is to wait for Hill's investigation on those pills.
"Carina,"
"Yes,"
"Carina,"
"Yes dear,".
Seemingly liking my response, he sat on the sofa and scooted closer to me. "I like it! Dear! You should call me that!,"
"N-No, not when you're 'that' Vance,"
"I don't get it,"
True. I don't get it either. But everyone can see there's a difference in Vance. This childish, retarded personality and that suggestive personality. I feel like I am slowly understanding what's happening here, but the root of it is still unknown.
"You should be sleeping. If you have trouble with it, I'll be here until you sleep,".
"Really?," Vance smiled happily.
"No! Sent her home! It's late at night and you're burdening her. How can a man act like this?," Vance thought.
But of course his thoughts weren't voiced out.
"Come," I patted my thighs.
Vance quickly placed his head on my lap and stared at me, the only thing visible from his sight. "Carina, you're really beautiful,".
"Hm...really,"
I don't feel that much about compliments when it comes to my physical aspects. Because I don't remember the exact face of my original one. I've been reincarnated in the bodies of so many women with so many faces. Each of them are unique, but I admit Carina, for me, is the most unique one. She literally looks like some kind of mythical creature with her alluring violet eyes.
"Vance is also beautiful,"
"Me?,"
"Yes. Your black curly hair is very cute," my hand instinctively brushed his hair.
Vance giggled happily. He took me by surprise when he took my hand that was brushing his hair and kissed it gently. For a moment, his eyes were almost seductive.
"V-Vance,"
"Hm?,"
His eyes narrowed into that of a coquettish one. "Carina, you have to promise me that you're only doing this for me,".
I stared in confusion, but Vance provide no further explanation when he slowly closed his eyes and mumbled something incoherently.
"What?,"
"-you," was all he could muster until he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
I brushed his hair and observed his sleeping face. I treated him like how I treated my late younger brother, I treated him like a student like how I treated Demetrius, but I also treated him as someone I am not comfortable with which is unusual. I could never understand Vance, but I couldn't understand myself even more.