The clouds above them that are slowly fading away are still dense with thick smog. She places her hands on the soaked floor and looks at her mirroring image from the reflection it gives her, bend over and broken with eyes that could resemble a crying moon. She sat on her knees, with his cold rugged arms around her. Wishing she could cry with her eyes wide open, tears fall from her moist eyes, dripping down to be combined with the summoned water of her resistance.<br/><br/><span style="color: Orange">"W-wat d-do ya want from me?" </span>Her question  was honest and confused. Never did she expected to be captured and defeated by one who didn't wish to kill her. Hearing his chuckling joy of the confusing about him killing her she lifted her hand and held his, that was still grasping her arms to prevent her from leaving.<span style="color: Orange">""What do ya want..."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>