I think... I'm in love with my mistress

Chapter 38

Wow. . . Nearly 40 chapters. . . This story has gone so far, all because of you guys. Thank you for all the support and encouraging comments!

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Tomoe P.O.V

She lay there peacefully.

Tranquilly.

Her (h/c) hair sweeps over her delicate features as her body rises and falls with ease.

Her lips were pursed.

I went to go caress her flushed cheek when suddenly Mizuki grasps my arm harshly.

"Don't touch her."

His voice was serious and cold, which was eccentric for Mizuki.

"If you disturb her she'll wake up out of the trance."

I flinch but nod.

"Sorry. . . I guess that was impulsive of me. . ."

I retract from (y/n) and stand next to Kurama, who had stayed quite silent throughout this whole situation.

Mizuki gave me a sympathetic glance before sighing, sauntering towards the door.

"We need to give her some time to explore the past," he squinted his eyes, "hmm. Maybe six or seven hours?"

Seven hours??

"Does she really need that much time?"

Kurama abruptly asked.

"Absolutely."

Mizuki's confidence didn't waver as he stood at the door, waiting for us to follow.

"She needs as much time as the time traveling incense burning will give her, which is normally around six to seven hours. The more time she spends in there, the more evidence she'll get."

We all exit the room and sit in the lounge room.

My mind was on edge.

I was nervous.

Anxious.

I felt almost torpid, after all the stress I've put on myself.

She has to see. . .

That I'm not the monster she thinks I am.

So we wait, in the spacious lounge room, nervous silence the only company we have.

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Reader's P.O.V

In this familiar yet vague sort of dreamscape you could call it, I watched as the familiar faces of my mother and father smile.

I couldn't help but chuckle as I heard the high pitches giggled of younger me and my best friend Amy.

Amy.  . .