Blue optics widened slightly, startled from the touch.
"Oh! I, uh... yeah. I'm okay. It happens sometimes. I lost a lot of my memory when I woke up. It's slowly coming back to me, it seems."
her sharp eyes locked on him, and she watched him, seeing the flood of emotion that seemed to course through him. her hand reached over, touching pโs shoulder.
โare you alright?โ she asked softly, her face filled with concern for the puppet.
Gears turned within him, causing him to grab his chest as his mechanical heart began to pound, and a strange warmth spread through him.
"Why do yโ"
He was cut off by a memory rushing through him, his hand gripping his chest again. The memory of a boy who looked similar to him, sad and angry โ
it was more than sadness for her, but she didnโt go into it. it got more convoluted and painful as she thought of it. she shook her head at the thought.
โa lot of the people hide it very well and donโt speak of it. i am like that, too.โ she spoke sincerely, offering a kind smile.
โit is hard, โโ
โ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. โ
"I understand... I mean, I haven't experienced that for myself, but I've seen what memories like that do to someone. A lot of people I cross seem sad inside... Even the ones who smile a lot, like Mr. Venigni."
He looked up in thought.
"It's a hard emotion to cope with."
she smiled quietly, โitโsโฆ complicated, but my mother passed tragically, when i was very young. everything that i associate with her, it does make me a little sad, but it doesnโt matter,โ she commented, adjusting her bag. โwe carry on. i manage. you donโt need to worry about it.โ she assured him โโ
โ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. โ
"It sounds happy, but it seems to make you sad..."
The puppet mentioned, the melancholy expression on her face having not gone unnoticed. It confused P, unsure why such a lovely name would bring someone such sadness. However, one thing P did know was that human emotions were more complex than theyโ
an almost melancholic gaze touched her features as she thought of the origins of her name. โit comes from the latin word, felicitas, which means happiness, joy. my mother also named me for a saint, a certain saint felicity of rome.โ she quietly stated. โshe was a catholic saint, and as legend โโ
โ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. โ
"Felicity..."
He repeated softly, testing it on his tongue. A smile soon appeared on his face as he glanced over at her.
"I like it! It's a beautiful name. Does it mean anything special?"
P was genuinely curious. He had heard that human names often held meaning behind them. It was fascinating toโ
โdonโt mention it. i would think it would be cruel if i didnโt help you or your friend.โ she spoke gently, her eyes soft. a gaze was cast his way as they walked together. โi am felicity, but everyone calls me fel for short. itโs a pleasure, p.โ her voice was quiet, as her eyes were fixated on โโ
โ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. โ
โ to something.
"Oh, you can call me P, by the way. That's what most call me."
