I Am You
Sirius remembered this man’s face. He remembered his favorite hat, his clothes, and his voice. He had calluses on his left hand, showing he’s a left-handed writer.
“But you know what the most famous star is?”
“The north star, Polaris.”
He remembered the conversation he had before.
“Harold…” he mumbled.
Polaris tried to think who it was, facing sideways like the answer could be found on the air above him.
“Oh, I had so much information from that guy. I couldn’t thank him enough,” he said.
He’s looking at him intently. Trying to trace his figure with a piece lost in his memory.
“I bet the police sent you to guard me.”
“I’m not that dangerous, silly. But I could kill you with my pen.”
The fragments he’s looking at so much came back to him and the feeling he felt with his p
