Charlotte's POV
Something snapped me back to reality, like a cold slap across my face. Maybe it was that woman's voice—ordering me to die, telling me to be grateful for the chance to be her sacrifice. That jolted me out of whatever haze I was in. And then I saw him—Professor Sesillian—standing on a platform, draped in women's clothes.
"P-Professor?" My voice cracked, barely above a whisper.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The man I'd loved for so long—the only one I ever loved—was standing there dressed like a woman. My mind reeled, trying to make sense of it.
"Why?" Professor Sesillian's voice quivered with restrained fury as he lowered his head, his fists clenched so tight I could see his knuckles whitening. "Why do you only see this body I'm trapped in? This man? Can't you see the woman that I truly am, Charlotte?!"
I stood there, frozen. I didn't understand. I couldn't understand.
