I don't know what to make of it all. The past few weeks have been a blur of confusion and sorrow. Ever since Tessa's passing, I've been haunted by her presence. Or at least, what I think is her presence. It's like she's always just out of reach, taunting me with her laughter and her smile.
I try to push these thoughts aside, to focus on my duties at the Elliott manor. Cyn needs me more than ever now, and I can't let my grief get in the way of caring for her. But it's becoming increasingly difficult to ignore these... hallucinations. Are they real? Or are they just figments of my imagination, brought on by grief and guilt?
I find myself talking to Tessa, even though I know she's not really there. I catch myself setting a place for her at the dinner table, only to realize she'll never join us again. It's like a cruel joke, a reminder of all that I've lost.
But then there are moments when I swear I can feel her presence. A fleeting touch on my shoulder, a whisper in my ear. It's enough to make me question my sanity. Am I losing my mind? Or is Tessa trying to tell me something from beyond the grave?
I confide in Cyn about my experiences, but she brushes them off as grief-induced fantasies. She's worried about me, I can tell. And I appreciate her concern. But I can't shake the feeling that there's more to these hallucinations than meets the eye.
I've started keeping a journal, documenting each encounter with Tessa's ghost. Maybe if I can make sense of it all, I'll find some peace. Or maybe I'll just descend further into madness.
I miss Tessa more than words can express. Her absence has left a void in my heart that I fear will never be filled. But I can't let my grief consume me. I have a duty to Cyn, to the Elliott family, to myself.
So I'll continue to grapple with these hallucinations, these ghostly apparitions that haunt me day and night. Maybe one day, I'll find the answers I seek. Or maybe I'll learn to live with the uncertainty, the ambiguity of it all.
For now, I'll take each day as it comes. I'll cherish the memories of Tessa, the moments we shared. And I'll try to find peace in the midst of this storm of grief and confusion.
But for now, the question remains: are these... hallucinations? Or something more?