Dr. Emmet | Fern Green Olivine's Links
There is something familiar about you, I just can’t place my finger on it. It’s on the tip of my tongue— I can feel it. I feel a sense of… warmth, when I see you. Happiness. Why is that? And why do I also feel a sense of anger, resentment even, when I see you? I don’t even know your name, but I feel as though I have known you all my life. Who are you? Why am I so happy, yet angry, to see you?