Lucille
Looking up, I panicked, my explanation coming too fast. “I'm sorry. I didn't realize. I thought I might take a moment." I bowed my head. “I'll go back."
“Why do you always apologize?"
I looked up, staring at the man before me.
My cooled fingers came to my lips as I tried to make sense out of what was happening. I finally managed to speak. “Your accent is gone." I took a step closer. “Who are you?"
This made no sense and at the same time, it made all the sense.
Wrapping my arms around myself, I backed away, step by step, until I collided with the gazebo's railing. The entire time I shook my head as I felt myself falling through the looking glass.
I wasn't mad.
I wasn't losing my mind.
I'd thought Roman was different earlier this evening, but never would I nor could I
