"This isn't real. Y-You aren't real." Beleth quickly stood up from the cold food.
The being looked like Beatrice. She was wearing the same white Muslin gown with cream silk ribbons for straps and a thin wrapper over it. She even wore the same satin slippers Beatrice had worn when they had made love for the first time. Every feature looked identical. B always felt like he had no heart, but looking at the being standing in front of him feigning true love and desire for him broke his heart. The false hope was unbearable.
He closed his eyes hoping it was an apparition.
"What evil is this! Leave me to my torment!" Beleth barked.
