Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170607213356/@comment-27396384-20170616235533

''Ophelia breathed heavily, still struggling to compose herself in her little fit. She struggled to utter the words Elizabeth rquested until her mind became somewhat clear - like she was observing herself insude her body.''

As her mind cleared, she obediently whispered helplessly, "I'm truly sorry, Liza ... I hope you can forgive me for not being sure what to do or say. Will you, please? I'll do anything to help out, I just-"

''Something intervened what Ophelia was trying to finish saying. Her mind struggled again, and she blurted out, "But it wasn't anyone's fault. Not Harvard's, not Leon's. Not even Collie's."''

''After this, Ophelia calmed down again back to the reserved state she was in before, her eyes dull as the compulsion took over her. She sighed, giving the widow a distant, mourningful gaze. "Please just forgive me, I want to help ..."''