#Chapter39
/"What are you again?/" Ann stared at me, trying to figure out the dress I was wearing for a while now, but since I didn’t really have the answer either, I offered her a shrug.
/"She is a smoking hot victorian girl, isn’t it obvious?/" Lucy interrupted, giving a sharp slap to my ass. I giggled weakly, trying to enjoy this misery I was put through by socializing. If I thought there were too much space and secrets between us…
I couldn’t tell them. They knew what everyone else had known. That Eric got very sick and I couldn’t nurse him, so I had to move in with Vincent.
Little do they know, Eric was pretty sick his whole life, but that’s beside the point. As for my disappearance, I pulled the /"I needed time/space/" card, and sold this stupid lie of me having a mental breakdown.
A few seconds passed as I got lost in my thoughts, but when I noticed my mistake, I quickly opened my mouth: