I’ve been in love (S1 Ep.16-2)

“(…) her diary was calling for me (…) I know what I saw (…) It was like she broke a kind of Enchantment under which I was (…) Joan doesn't confide in me anymore (…) a whole day passed and no response (…) something's going on (…) Joan's hiding something (…) I know I shouldn't, but how else can I get answers? (…) I saw her enter the mausoleum (…) How can she vanished?! (…) was discovered, I thought I was in trouble, but on the contrary. Was generous (…) His eyes, so full of passion (…) How I wish to be his Rebecca (…) as if I could feel him hugging me, snuggling me into his arms (…) All this moment seemed like forever (…) you may call me Seth. (…)”

“Seth! So is he the teacher!?” I continued to read and at every word, I found out more about the way I felt in the presence of that strange. “(…) for a moment we were just the two in another world. (…) He invaded my thoughts (…) with just a look let on me his mark (…) his face, his voice… It seemed so familiar (…)”. The more I read, the less it seemed real. Sounded in love with an illusion. "But who is he?"

I couldn't stop reading! Not only was Joan who, through my words, completely different. I sounded different, more confident, more willing to risk and ... Here he was, the full description of the first time I had seen him. How he made me feel. Never before felt like this. The increasing desire of seeing him again. In the first concert of the girls, there was Seth… For the entire month of September dreamed of him. Browsing through faster in search of his name and once again mentioned here. “(…) With the look, I was searching for him in the halls, at the cafeteria, without success. (…) The month of October has passed and I didn't see him again. Only in my dreams could I find him, (…)”

But ... How ... How could I forgot him?! For a moment the question if the reports described in my journal were real invaded me. As if all I read was just a tale ... It was not possible to forget someone like this! I couldn't even remember the traits of his face. With who did I dance at the party?!

None of this made sense… With the approach of my birthday see his face was my wish, however, a little more than a month after my writings were different! “(…) Dear diary, I don't feel myself. What's wrong with me!? (…) I fell asleep (…) There was this face, this stranger that fills my heart (…) Milady, let me introduce you to my brother, Prince Mikhael (…) Now the Prince of my dreams had a name (…)” Mikhael?! Did I dream with the same person?! Would I give him an imaginary name?

There was this space unfilled, a gap in my memories. Since that night, since that horrible nightmare, something in me changed. It seemed that my memory had been torn off, his presence completely erased. All the memories I had of him were just dreams. What happened in this period of time? Would I be going crazy?

He was at the mausoleum, was at the festival and then nothing more than an illusion! “(…) the nightmares have passed, I wasn't afraid to dream anymore, because I knew that I would see him (…) Mikhael the Prince of my dreams today is flesh and blood (…) the touch of his hands, took me to another time, another era (…) How could I feel so much love for a stranger (…) Joan and Mikhael were in the warehouse, I saw what they did to the body of Elizabeth (…) I was scared (…) Professor Seth brought me home (…) Why did Joan call him Mikhael? (…) I didn't want to talk like that, I was confused, angry (…) Joan took with her my safe haven (…)” Joan is what?! What she has done to me?!