"Milady, are you alright?"
"Milady, it seems you have to go and be on your way, don't worry. I'll handle this."
"Milady, you are precious. Always remember that"
"Oh, I forgot. I should call you by your first name now."
"Charlotte seemed to be fine, right?"
"You don't have any fever, right Charlotte?"
"You're beautiful as always, Charlotte."
"Please always smile for me, alright?"
"Charlotte, I'll always stay beside you. I'll never leave you."
Flashes of images went to the lady's mind. Her head was throbbing. She couldn't see the person's image. All she could see was a blurry image of those silver hair. Who was he? Why was he talking to her like he had known her? Milady? Charlotte? Why? Did he know her? A lot of thoughts and questions went creeping into Charlotte's mind. Her breathing became rigid until her eyes opened. She saw herself in the mirror in her room. She was sweating while breathing hard
