I am lost why I woke up when I was twelve years old. I wanted to speak out, but I was not in control of this body. However, strange that I could feel what she feels, and read what is on her mind. Or maybe because we are one?
How could this happen? This must be a dream. I screamed, but this person, we are in the same body; she has in control. Although I could see what she sees, our mind is not in sync.
I am trapped somewhere inside her.
How can make her notice me? Looking myself, no — it was ourselves since I was here, and she has me.
Looking at our reflection through the window car, I am guessing how old I am. Now I am thinking, I must be twelve years old.
I listen to her conversing on the other line. As I could also hear what she hears, my heart throbs listening to the voice I have known.
"Quinn…"
