She had failed. She had failed to save the Duchess, and now Benedict was left to endure this unbearable pain. She couldn't bear it anymore.
"I'm trying my best to be strong... But I can't do it anymore... Please come back..." He begged so earnestly.
Who was going to pick him up when he fell down? Who was going to brush his hair and tell him everything was going to be alright? He felt so lost without her... His father was untrustworthy... He had nowhere to turn to.
Closing her eyes, Adeline focused all her energy, her mind filled with the memory of the Duchess. She thought of her smile, her warmth, the motherly kindness she had shown despite her illness.
With a deep breath, she willed the butterfly to dissolve, its light transforming into a fine mist. The mist swirled and reformed, taking on the translucent shape of the Duchess.
