Yuko wiped her tears with the back of her hand, her voice shaking but determined. "Let's go. Now. We need to explain everything to Haruna before this gets any worse." Her fingers clenched into fists at her sides, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps.
"If we don't fix this right now, she'll never listen to me again. She'll—" Her voice cracked, and she swallowed hard, forcing herself to stay composed.
Then, without warning, her hand shot out and grabbed mine, pulling me forward with a desperation that surprised us both. The second her skin touched mine, her entire body stiffened. Her eyes widened in horror, as if she'd just realized what she'd done.
"What the hell are you looking at?!" she snapped, jerking her hand back like she'd been electrocuted. Her face flushed, her thoughts a chaotic storm: [Why the fuck did I just grab his hand? Why don't I feel disgust? Why does it feel like I wanted to? What is wrong with me?!]
