Ophelia's Pov
“f**k me for not killing you that day.” My eyes began blurring slowly, the feeling of nausea hitting me greatly. Father deserved more, but I just couldn't stand the sight, and I blacked out.
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I yawned lazily, my eyes fluttering open to find myself in a dimly lit room, and I happened to realize where I was immediately after studying the room. Even in my dreams, I had known this place as the room I had stayed in five years ago. The room had been no different from the time I left—the walls were still creamy white with frames of feminine art designing one part of the walls.
My body swayed lightly as I tried balancing myself on the floor, which was made of polished dark wood reflecting the light from the chandelier above.
“Hey," Gale's voice greeted my ear as he came to a
