What will happen to me? (S1 Ep.14-13)

Simona: ... But first, let me give you my Christmas present. –She came up to me, put both hands on my head. - Oh, well... I remember this. - Invaded my dream seeing and feeling what I saw and felt. - Ahaha. Here we go. He left you, saw you in pain and left you. Embarrassed with his act ran like a coward. He left you...

Simona was, on her time, a powerful psychic. Could evade crowds, such was her ability, but her power grew no more than that, for her misfortune she couldn't change hearts. With the time she learned better…

She grew up in the Castle along with the Royal family, was a promising child, a pretender to the throne by marriage. The Prince always had her attention. At the age of twenty, she began having the attention not only of the Prince as the boys of his age, such was her beauty.

She longed for the official request, which never came. She was completely obsessed with the Prince. In her words, he was her only reason to live, without him nothing would make sense. However, their vows of love were not matched and Simona knew it. Maybe the education's influence as she grew, the constant presence of a promise, deluded, of a union, held out hope that he would one day see her as she saw him.

One day everything changed. Were increasingly the absences of Prince to the commitments with her and with the Court. One morning she followed him and there he was, dressed as a peasant, in the pick, but was not what really revolted her, it was jealousy. She saw him like never before, enchanted by this simple girl, full of life and younger, a beauty without equal, that went far beyond what eyes could see. Simona dedicated her best years of her life to a not corresponded love and she wouldn't accept to be substituted...

Simona: Well, I think my work here is done. The second stage completed, let's wait for the last. Ahahaha.

"I saw the ocean, I saw his image in the clouds. I felt his promise that never did fade… The grass beneath my feet was cold, wet. I saw every written word, I saw me writing them, I felt every teardrop to every word written. Begged forgiveness to Elizabeth, begged for help to Stella, nobody came. Only she... Who are you that always come with your kindness by killing my thirst with a simple cup of tea? I've seen you before. My head is so confused. Who is he? He left me, he saw me burning and abandoned me."

My dreams jumping from scene to scene. I felt every flash as if lived them through. I felt the poison, a false kindness, flowing through my veins to my thought. In each corner, I felt him, but he was not present, he wasn't real. I felt the fire burning so close... He looked at me without moving a finger, left me there to certain death. He never loved me, set me a trap and I let it get me. He never loved me...

With the twelfth stroke of noon, I woke up in shock. My chest hurt, breathing was difficult. Needed to see Mikhael, need the tranquillity his presence gives me. Needed to feel that he did not leave me and he would never do it…

I felt her presence. Lived her memories. I felt her! I felt her pain for never find him, he was part of her dreams and nothing more. Somehow I connected to this idea, I dreamt about him before I met him, felt his presence without knowing he existed in my world. Like her, I knew it was a dream, but how could I feel him as a part of this world? Part of me? It was so painful, her heart was broken ... She believed that he abandoned her, once she knew him and he abandoned her.

I still feel her, she is still here. It's in me! I feel her pain. He did not leave me… If he did, if she stays… If she takes my place what happens to me?