"Yes?" I asked, all hope gathering in my eyes. Did he remember? Does he know, who I am finally?
"What are you trying to do? I have been completely happy with uncle James and aunt Margaret. I never missed anything. But why are you making me feel like there is a huge part of me, which I feel like I've forgotten? Why do my eyes start filling with tears when I see you desperately trying to do whatever it is you are trying to do?" He asked me, staring directly into my eyes. I could swear I saw a bit of blue shining in them for a while before they turned red again. Or it was my lack of sleep.
"Icarus, I am not really sure about what they did to you. Or how they did it... But I know that you used to be the same as me. You used to eat normal food, enjoyed being in the sunlight. You loved sandwic
