The Puppet's longing - Part 3 (END): The Sun

He isn't here today. Despite her having gotten used to it, boredom is never a good companion. His family came and told her he was sick, so he couldn't come to see her. He gets sick a lot lately. He doesn't come often anymore. She has learned to accept it. She has read all the books in the library. She has spent enough time in the garden to take confident steps without the need to open her eyes. She remembers seeing his son and daughter climb on the fences to get in and out. However, the vines, bushes, and rough marble walls won't have mercy on her porcelain skin, nor will her ball-jointed limbs appreciate the landing. The observation orb has come back, as usual. Her finger touches it gently and the sight of a busy market appears right before her eyes, carrying the chatter of people on the street. The scene changes to a large lake that reflects the vast sky above like a mirror, a few patches of colorful flowers decorating the surroundings with their presence. Bored. She feels that. Like reading the same book over and over again. Her mind wanders, no longer focusing on the world, but on him. She read stories about her kind, beautiful creations made for people to admire and treasure. However, not all of them have the same fate. Some will be forgotten in a dusty toy box. Some will be discarded, broken. Some will be given to another. Some will be locked within a glass box for people's eyes. Some will simply stay, waiting for their Master who never comes back. What fate awaits her? Suddenly, the theater door creaks open as a figure steps inside, letting the sound of rain follow them within. She didn't notice the storm was coming, covering the entire room with a dull grey color. Her green eyes glow in the dark as she observes the newcomer quietly without fear, not that a doll could feel it anyway. She doesn't move, playing the role of a perfect doll. If it's just a person who seeks shelter, then she doesn't mind the company. If a thief is looking for something to steal... Well, either she will scare them to death or find herself at some dark market. None of her guesses are right. It's a young man wearing a simple white shirt and dark pants, smiling sheepishly as he approaches. His golden eyes meet her emerald ones, the raindrops still lingering on his dark hair like dew on a leaf in the early morning. He chuckles warmly, reaching out with an open palm and a slight bow, his voice gentle as if reassuring a scared animal. "Hello, Coelia. I'm here on behalf of Master Ray. I'm his new disciple, Elio. Hope we can get along." Outside, the rain is getting heavier but in this theater room, Coelia doesn't mind to have the sun for herself a while longer.