Yuko was never the kind of lady who showed weakness to anyone. She was very firm and collected person who can do a lot of things whenever she set her mind on them. Everyone sees her as a model of conduct and everyone looks up to her strong facade but not the vulnerability that she was suddenly showing toward the mysterious lady before her. There was something about this lady that made her feel free.
“What’s wrong with you? Why you’re crying?” the mysterious lady quickly cupped her face and wipe those tears away as much as possible.
“I don’t know…you’re presence…your voice…who are you to me? Why do I feel familiar with you when I don’t remember you?!” Yuko cried while punching the chest of the lady. The mysterious lady kissed her temple to calm her down because she was overflowing with mixed-up emotions.
