120 Follow Me

Cecilia’s POV

Her long white dress fluttered like lilies, and her red hair whipped through the air. The girl who shared my name stood at the edge of the pond, clutching a bouquet of white irises.

"Brother, are you leaving me?"

Her voice trembled, full of sorrow, as if she were about to cry. Her pale, fragile face was veiled with white lace, hiding her eyes, but anyone could hear the sadness and pain in her voice.

"I…" Ulysses started but then fell silent.

I studied his expression, and to my surprise, I saw guilt in his eyes as he looked at the girl.

“Ulysses?!” Alarmed, I shouted in his ear, trying to snap him out of whatever strange trance this girl had put him in.

"I... I can't go with you," Ulysses murmured, stepping back as if he had just woken from a deep sleep. His hand pressed to his temple like he was in pain, his face filled with confusion.

“What do you want? Just say it.”