Yuko looked at the bottle, her eyes wide with surprise. "You didn't run away but came back to send me this," she said, her voice a mix of confusion and gratitude. I could see the conflict in her eyes, the struggle between her anger and the realization that I was trying to help.
I heard her thoughts, a whisper of a realization. [Maybe this bastard still has some consciousness.]
She took the water bottle from me, her fingers brushing against mine. The touch was brief, but it sent a jolt through me, a stark reminder of the connection between us.
She wiped her tears with the back of her hand, the gesture small and vulnerable. Then, she took a sip of the water, the cool liquid a stark contrast to the heat of her emotions.
