Bab 770: Do our best not to die

Meanwhile…

Lilou was standing in front of the window, but her eyes weren't particularly focused on the darkness outside. She was staring at her faint reflection, planting her hand on the glass. Just days ago, this mansion wasn't as loud and lively as their dwelling on the mainland, but it wasn't this silent as well. Stefan and Klaus's departure and then Fabian's surely left this strange void; it wasn't disheartening, but it wasn't particularly a positive feeling either.

"Tilly, is it possible we died that night?" Lilou asked when she felt Tilly's faint presence on her back. "The night of the regression. The last thing I remember was rolling with Sam on the grass. I fell asleep and then woke up in the middle of my haze while crushing a person's head for the first time."

She slowly turned around to face Tilly. "Did I fall asleep, though? Things like this had been bothering me lately, especially after the possibility that Heliot died was raised."