The last Puppeteer's diary ~ 5 ~
I threw a quick glance at the monitor and saw a miracle. You say one word, I can't hear you, but I don't need to. I imagined it so often. Lips parted, as if in a smile, rounded to make a vowel... You remembered me. You called my name. I dreamed about it, so why am I afraid now? Because I haven't been the one she remembered for so long. And I can't even imagine for how long.
