"HellWitch, I..."
I did not know what to say. "Sorry" was overused. "Thank you" was inappropriate. I stammered a mix of both, hoping that my sincerity would go through but it only invited laughter from HellWitch.
"I guess it was worth it to see you looking so guilty," HellWitch smiled at me.
"Antares, let's give it our best shot, okay? I hope we will be the ones to save them all."
HellWitch extended her soapy hand at me. I took it gratefully.
"Thanks, HellWitch."
"And by the way, maybe we should continue washing the dishes."
"Oh, right."
It was good to clear up the situation between us, but I was slightly disappointed with the outcome. For some reason, I had been hoping that she would truly like me. Who did not want to be liked?
HellWitch and I finished our chore twenty minutes later. After admiring the result of our hard work, we said our goodbyes and parted for the night.
