Mirror of soul

I saw camela mopping the floor and primrose standing with a box full of dry weeds "That's Enough primrose" I said, my eyes locked onto Primrose. 

"I'll handle everything. Please leave Camella alone."

"Alright suit yourself Gerald "she said as she rolled her eyesI firmly took the mop from Camella's hands and began cleaning the area myself. Primrose sat down from a nearby chair, lounging like a queen"Hey robot?why don't you move that vase over there?"
"Yes your majesty "I couldn't bear witnessing Camella being treated like a mere maid, forced to perform meaningless tasks
"Let's get out of here," I said quietly, guiding her away from Primrose. Camella looked a bit puzzled, but she nodded in agreement.

The way Primrose had treated Camella, speaking to her like she was nothing more than a piece of trash, still left a sour taste in my mouth.


"I'm sorry, Camella," I said as I started driving "What happened yesterday was entirely my fault. I shouldn't have followed Primrose I feel terrible for what you had to go through because of me.
"What you did to Primrose was the right thing," she said quietly. "you're there with she needs a shoulder to cry on" Her voice grew softer as she continued

"Perhaps that's why she agreed to keep our secret is because of you."In that moment, I realized that as long as I had Camella by my side, I had everything I could ever need.
"Do you remember the day when I applied to be your bodyguard?" I asked, glancing over at Camella. Her eyes sparkled as she nodded, a fond smile playing on her lips.

"Yes," she answered, her voice soft and sincere. "Appointing you as my bodyguard was one of the best decisions I ever made"
"And I made that promise to you that day, and I intend to keep it. Nothing can change that."

She looked at me, a hint of curiosity in her gaze. "Why are you acting like I'm going to disappear?" she asked.
"Well, I wonder what will happen if the human Camella wakes up" she said staring at space "Will she be able to accept me, or will she resent my existence?"
"What do you mean?"
"I wasn't always supposed to be Camella. mom said I was supposed to be her identical twin sister, Eleanora. Sadly, she passed away from drowning when they were just children. But since Mom didn't know what what she looked like, she created me to resemble Camella instead."

"Why didn't Camella grow up with her mom?" I asked quietly, my eyes never leaving her face.


"Camella hates our mother,"

"She despises mom for not saving eleanora "
No wonder why that witch is bitter.i thought 

I stopped the car under the tree and i step outside and opened the car door for camelathe cool breeze rustled through the trees and the sunlight streamed through the leaves. I looked at her, her face illuminated by the soft glow of the sun,


"You know," I said gently, "I think you're better than Camella in many ways.""How so?" she asked


I took a deep breath, "Well," I began, "I think you're stronger, more resilient, and more empathetic than Camella"

"And I love you...more than who I am and what I have"
"I don't understand "
"Of course you don't"I chuckled 

Im going to park the car somewhere else. Would you mind waiting here for me?"


"Sure, I'll wait right here," she replied, her voice gentle. "Take your time."


With each step I took away from her, an inexplicable feeling of worry and fear washed over me. It was as if every movement took me further from Camella, bringing me one step closer to losing her.I went back to the car I park it in an empty lot And I immediately run to where I left camela which is only few meters away


The warm glow of the setting sun bathed her in a soft, golden light, and the blossoms that gently fluttered around her only served to emphasize her beauty.

"Shall we go?" I gently reached out and took her hands in mine. The warmth of her touch instantly calmed me, and together we began walking.

The sun was slowly descending towards the horizon, its golden tones slowly giving way to rich oranges and deep reds. The sea below stretched out before us, its surface glistening like scattered diamonds as it reflected the soft light of the setting sun. 


Suddenly, a faint sound of a violin reached our ears. The soft, melodic notes drifted through the air like a gentle breeze, and a sense of curiosity washed over me.


"Is that Canon in d?"I asked and looked around, trying to locate the source of the music, I could see that Camella's gaze was fixed on something in the distance. I followed her line of sight and noticed a teenage girl sitting on a bench


her violin held against her shoulder as her fingers expertly moved across the strings, producing the beautiful music we had heard earlier.


Once we were close enough, I turned to Camella and asked curiously, "Do you love the violin?"


Camella smiled softly, a nostalgic look in her eyes. "Yes, I do," she said quietly. "I used to play the piano for someone who loved playing the violin."

I approached the teenage girl, she noticed my presence and looked up with a shy smile. I smiled in return and asked, "Excuse me, could I possibly borrow your violin for a moment?"

Without hesitation, she handed me the instrument with a nod, 
Taking the violin from her, I took a deep breath,I could feel the smooth wood of the instrument against my skin and the weight of the bow in my handI gently placed the bow against the strings and carefully drew it across, the sound of the violin filled the air, I was immediately struck by its beautiful, haunting melody.

I slowly began to play Chopin's Etude in E Major, Op. 10, No. 3I could see people stopping in their tracks and turning to look. 


The sound of the violin combined with the melody of the piece created a beautiful, almost otherworldly harmony that seemed to draw everyone in.Camela stood there among the crowd. her gaze fixed on me, completely captivated by the music.

As I continued to play, I could hear whispers of admiration from the gathering crowd. "Chopin on violin?" one person murmured
. "I've never heard Chopin on the violin before," said a woman with a smile. "Such a beautiful interpretation!"


"I've never heard Chopin played like this befoe"It's absolutely mesmerizing."As Freddrick Choppin said himself, "I've never written a piece so beautifully before"an old man whispered 

I couldn't help but glance at Camella from time to time. Her eyes were fixed on me, and I could see a mix of emotion in her expression - sadness, nostalgia, and something I couldn't quite place. As I played the final notes of Chopin's Etude in E Major, Op. 10, No. 3, I looked up at Camella, meeting her gaze. But instead of the smile I had expected, I was taken aback to see tears glistening in her eyes.rolling down her cheeks like silent, sparkling trails.The violin dropped from my trembling hands, the sound of it hitting the ground blending with the gasps of surprise from the audience.

As the realization slowly washed over me, my whole body seemed to freeze in shock, my legs trembling beneath me. It couldn't be, it shouldn't be - but the evidence was right in front of me, undeniable and impossible to ignore.The person standing in front of me was not the android version of Nora, but the real Camella.