Evan Willow's fingers gently held hers, and the warmth of his fingertips seemed to touch a certain place in her heart. Then, all at once, the functions that had faded in her body came back to life.
It hurt so much, she thought. Being injured felt this painful.
So painful...
But it made her feel alive.
Little by little, Evan Willow sprinkled the hemostatic powder on her battered wrists, the usually calm and composed man's fingers trembling slightly.
"Does it hurt?"
He looked up at Amanda Smith and asked.
Amanda Smith smiled: "It doesn't hurt."
But her face had clearly gone pale with pain.
Evan Willow felt as if his own breathing would stop from the pain he felt for her, and he shakily extended his arms, pulling Amanda Smith tight into his embrace.
"Amanda, I'm sorry..."
"..."
"I came too late."
