It's the soothing voice that she missed. A voice that made her Ayana reach out her hand desperately, trying to reach something that the small part of her brain believed was non-existent. The tiny hope bloomed into something bigger when someone held her hand. A cold hand. The relief filled her. She found him.
Luca's faint voice was heard again. Ayana held the cold hand like her life depended on it. She wanted to pull him closer. She missed him. She wanted him closer. She could imagine how much relief the cold sensation of Luca's skin could give him. She wanted to pull him closer, but she did not have any energy on her body. With all her energy on her body, she could only hold his hand.
She was anxious. She could not see him, but she knew that he was not moving or tried to get close to her. She wanted to beg him to move closer, so she tried. She moved her lips, but the only thing that came from her mouth was an incoherent hoarse voice. She was confused.
