I don’t know what I’m going to do anymore. Zamiel seemed to treat Elizabeth differently. Zamiel's head always seemed warm. All I know is that Zamiel treated me well.
"Couldn't he have known you were Elizabeth?" I asked in astonishment.
"Not either. Because when Zamiel treats me like myself, he's not like this. Maybe Zamiel treats you like this?" She asked.
I shuddered even though she couldn't see.
"Believe me. Just do it like this. While I'm here and you're there, do well who you should be. Do you understand?" My statement is calm. I heard her take a deep breath but I just ignored it.
She asked with mixed trepidation, "I don't know. It's boring. It's like I want to go home there. I miss the shooting. Did you get a photo shoot?
Yes, it's finished. I was so happy to say, "Actually, y
