My Mother Immortal

Epilogue: Doppelganger

Rachelle Enhurst leaned forward over her basin to examine her face in the mirror. Her right hand rove over her face, fingers dancing over her cheekbones and moving to her forehead.

I'm the same. It's all the same.

Rachelle sank back on her heels, relieved. She was happy to find that she did look exactly like her past self in her past life, bearing no resemblance to her parents, but rather an unmistakable semblance to Abyssia Enhurst and Rosen Gilde, her aunt and uncle. The dark blue-black hair she had skimmed her jaw, every strand dead-straight and falling impeccably back into place when she ran her hand through her ruler-straight fringe and the rest of her hair. Eyes the colour of lapis lazuli gleamed back at her as she gazed into the mirror, and as Rachelle turned, she saw not her current corporeal self, but rather a girl taller and older than she was; waist-length hair tied up into twintails, smiling in a sad way while her shining eyes looked off into the distance, lost in thought.

True to her word, no one remembered the girl Rachelle used to be, though sometimes her father, Stellen would do a double take when his eyes met his daughter's, but that moment of recognition would disappear just as suddenly, ending with Stellen sweeping Rachelle into his arms and stroking her hair fervently. He never seemed to get enough of his daughter, and was obsessed with her. That worked with Rachelle well enough, though. Rachelle's half-siblings, the twins Eurayion and Trixa always looked sad, but they cheered up whenever they talked to her, something neither of them knew why.

"I don't know why I am saying this, Rachelle," Eurayion had said one day. "You remind me of someone I used to know."

Rachelle has tipped her head back and smiled, not saying a word. Inside her, though, some part of Hanalea Gilde wailed in anguish, but that part was instantly subdued.