115 I’m Waiting for Someone

Cecilia’s POV

What? I stared in disbelief at the innocent girl in front of me. She tilted her head slightly, the white lace over her eyes making her look fragile and helpless. But I wasn’t the type of person to feel sorry for someone just because they appeared vulnerable.

“No, I’m looking for someone,” I said firmly, rejecting her offer without hesitation.

My refusal clearly hurt her, and her face showed a trace of sadness.

Still, she was a gentle and kind girl. Even though she looked disappointed, she didn’t beg me to stay.

“Why are you living here alone? Is it because of your eyes?” I asked, trying to change the subject, feeling a little guilty about making her sad.

“I’m waiting for my brother,” she suddenly smiled and replied.

“My brother always comes to see me. If I lived somewhere else, he wouldn’t be able to find me.” The girl in the white dress turned her head, her lace-covered eyes staring directly at the door, as if she knew exactly where it was.