Chapter 59 What If I Were Chasing Ghost
Lorenzo’s POV
I didn’t go home right away. I couldn’t.
My mind was too loud, too scattered. The seer’s voice kept pounding in my skull over and over again like someone was hitting a 2by2 plank directly against my brain.
“She came back long ago…. someone close. Someone you see every day.”
I knew Evelyn was at home. I knew Gideon was trailing behind me, watching me like he was scared I’d jump off a cliff. But none of that mattered. The seer’s last words kept playing in my head like a curse.
“She wears another identity. Another life.”
And still…. still I wasn’t expecting the name she gave me when I forced her to speak.
Kim.
My student.
Someone I saw as a sister, a daughter.
The one I’ve never even allowed myself to look at twice.
Kim.
It made no sense. And yet it made too much sense.
I didn’t want to think about it anymore, but the thought wouldn’t let me breathe. So instead of heading into the main house, my feet dragged me straight to the old theater house behind my property, the same place Kim and me always practiced after her dancing classes.
I pushed the side door open quietly and slipped inside. The huge space echoed faintly with music, low and slow, almost haunting. It took only a second for my eyes to adjust to the dim lights.
And there she was.
On stage, alone.
Moving her body as if it wasn’t hers anymore. Like she was following some rhythm deeper than the song playing.
Her long hair swayed with her movements. Her arms sliced through the air like she was drawing invisible shapes. For a moment, she didn’t even look human, she looked like a memory trying to take form.
I don’t know how long I stood there, hidden in the darkness, watching her.
Watching her perfectly do something I have spent years teaching her. She moved like she was born to dance.
I felt something twist deep inside my chest. Not desire.
Recognition.
I didn’t like it.
I took a slow, quiet step forward, and right then, she almost tripped.
Her ankle rolled. Her arm flew out. Her weight pitched forward, but she caught herself. Barely.
And that was when her eyes lifted and found me.
Her whole body froze.
Her eyes widened, just slightly, but enough to show she was shaken. The music kept playing but she didn’t move again. It felt like the entire room held its breath.
She straightened quickly, wiping her palms on her leggings, and swallowed hard.
“Lucifer….?” she whispered, breathless.
I walked down the stairs slowly, each step echoing in the silent room. My heart was pounding hard but I kept my face unreadable. I didn’t know what I was supposed to be feeling. Or what I was supposed to believe.
When I reached the stage, I stopped a foot away from her. Close enough to see her sweat, her shaking hands, the slight tremble in her lower lip.
I stared at her, searching her eyes, looking for something, I didn’t even know what.
A spark, a flicker, the thinnest memory of my past.
Something that said Yes, I was her.
But Kim only stared back at me with that same nervous innocence she always had. It was infuriating.
I swallowed.
My voice came out low, rough. “Do you remember anything from your past life?”
Her lips parted immediately. Shock spread across her face. She opened her mouth to speak, closed it, then opened it again.
“I…..I don’t understand,” she whispered. “Why are you asking me something like that?”
Of course she pretended not to know.
Why wouldn’t she?
If she was Delilah hiding in another body, would she confess that easily?
My hands curled at my sides. I looked away for a brief second, dragged a heavy breath, then forced myself to meet her eyes again.
“I had a dream,” I said quietly.
Her face softened a little, curiosity pushing past her fear. "What kind of dream?”
I swallowed hard. My throat felt thick. Dry. Like saying the words out loud made everything too real.
“I saw her again,” I whispered. “Delilah.”
Kim’s chest rose sharply, almost like she expected the answer. Or maybe I imagined it. My mind was a mess, I couldn’t trust anything I saw.
I continued. “I saw her falling off a cliff. Screaming my name. Calling out to me like she needed me more than she needed life.”
My voice broke slightly but I caught it before she noticed.
“She kept begging me to save her. To find her. To hurry. And when she hit the ground….. I felt something inside me die all over again.”
Kim’s eyes softened, but there was something else behind them.
Something careful, measured. Not grief, not sympathy.
Fear.
And that fear twisted something in me.
I dragged in a breath.
“When I woke up this morning, I decided to go look for her. I went back to my village. I went to the old spiritual houses. Every one of them.”
My fists clenched again. “I asked them how to find her. How to bring her back. How to reverse the death she didn’t deserve.”
Kim stayed still, barely breathing.“And then….?”
I looked her dead in the eyes. “The last seer I met told me she returned long ago. She said she walks the earth with another identity. And that she is someone close to me. Someone I see every day.”
Kim swallowed slowly, her throat bobbing.
I took a step closer. "She said it was you.”
Her eyes widened instantly. She took a tiny step back, like she couldn’t breathe. Like the air around her thickened so fast she couldn’t process it.
“Me?” she whispered, voice shaking. “No, that’s impossible. I…..I… I don’t remember anything about my past life. I don’t…”
I cut her off with a low growl.
“I don’t care what you remember. I need answers. I need something real. Because I’m losing my fucking mind trying to understand why every dream pulls me back to her. Why does every breath feel like she’s close, even when I can’t see her face?”
My chest was rising too fast, my heart was beating too loud, my vision blurred for a second, like everything around me was falling apart.
“Kim,” I whispered, voice breaking for the first time since I entered. "Please. Try to remember. Anything. A scent. A place. A voice. A feeling. Something from a life before this one.”
She looked at me with wide, sad eyes.
“Even if I were her… even if the seer is right… what are you hoping I’ll remember?”Her voice shook. “Are you going to accept me? Take me in and throw away Evelyn? Would you mind sending her away along with your powers?”
A sharp pain stabbed through my chest, and I didn’t know why.
Because I didn’t want Kim.
I wanted Delilah. My Delilah.
But if truly kim was Delilah that will require that I wil set Evelyn free, and fuck. I'm not even ready for that phase.
“I just want the truth,” I whispered to Kim.
Her eyes glistened. She lowered her head slowly, almost like she couldn’t bear to see the desperation on my face.
“I’ll try,” she said quietly. “I’ll try to remember anything….. if it helps you.”
For the first time since the seer spoke, I could breathe again. Barely breath.
But the fear didn’t leave me, the doubt didn’t leave me either. Because what if she was Delilah? What if she wasn’t? What if I was chasing ghosts? What if I was losing my mind?
What if……
Oh. what if the real Delilah wasn’t something I was meant to find…..but someone I was meant to lose?