{Davis's Point of View}
I did not know what I was thinking right now. I had tried so hard to bring Rosabel to her and now she was sleeping in front of me.
Well, she wasn't sleeping, to be honest, but she was under the effect of anesthesia. I knew that I should start working on her face. I wanted her to look like my wife. My beautiful wife was always there for me.
I still remember when we met. She looked exactly like Rosabel, well not reacting like her but they were so similar. Their thinking and behaviors were so in sync that I just could not imagine who someone could be so similar. If it was not for the fact that I knew for sure that they were different I would have wanted to make her my beloved.
