The Soul of The Past

Rosina stared at the moon shining above the sky. Even though her vision became blurry, she could still see the moonlight.

"Beautiful," Rosina muttered with a small smile. She could feel her heartbeat slowing down. 

"Ah, it's my time," She whispered before closing her eyes. Accepting her death by the time she stopped breathing.

A woman appeared from the shadows of night with a wicked smile. 

"Poor soul, you must be suffering a lot," she stated and went beside Rosina's body, cradling her in the thighs.

"Vanda…" Draco muttered upon seeing Vanda's face over the hood.

"I see you have come here, Draco," Vanda muttered and looked straight into Draco's eyes. A smile remained on her lips as she welcomed Draco.

"What the— How did you know I'm here? This is supposed to be in Rosina's memories!" Draco gritted his teeth. He didn't expect to see Vanda in Rosina's recollections, but what surprised him the most was that he could communicate with her.