NYSERA
A hand touched my shoulder, making me face my mother once again. My mind is still thinking where the man went, because it's been only a split second when I turned my eyes away. No traces of him were left in the room. Not even his scent, as if he was just a fragment of my imagination.
But I know that it's not a part of my imagination. Everything felt real. His touch, kiss, caress, and the way he looked at me. His voice — I heard them clearly. I can't be mistaken.
"Nysera," Mama cupped my face, and I saw how wide her smile was as she looked down to see me standing on my feet again. "It worked," she followed it with a chuckled before turning to the healers. "Thank you so much."
I can see from the faces of the healers that they were surprised to see me standing, too. Afterall, onl
