It's been a month since I met her every day, but I haven't said a few words to her. Apart from breakfast, lunch and dinner, I have no other reason to go to the Moon Room.
It sounds like a life-saving grace, but in fact it's just a nod of friendship.
However, it was what I thought was a light effort that was the reason why she did all she could to be kind to me.
When I woke up from the nightmare, I thought I would be greeted by the usual dead silence and emptiness. Unexpectedly, my fingertips touched the hair scattered beside the bed, followed by an urgent call.
Not "Miss".
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