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I felt my heart rate increase, a warmth spreading through me that had nothing to do with the fever brought on by my wounds.
But I pushed it down, tamping down the strange emotions that threatened to rise.
Now was not the time for such feelings.
Survival was our main focus.
Yet as Ellie continued to work, her touch gentle on my battered skin, I couldn’t help but wonder.
Could there be more for us beyond these cell walls?
Could our Distant Vision become our reality?
And as Ellie’s soft voice filled the silence of our cell, providing a soothing background to the sharp sting of the needle on my skin, I found myself hoping.
For a future beyond the pain, beyond the experiments.
For a future with Ellie.
It was a dangerous thought, a spark of hope in the crushing darkness.
But it was a thought I held onto, a beacon that guided me through the agonizing pain and the numbing exhaustion.
Because in this bleak reality, Ellie was my ray of hope, the promise of a future worth fighting for.
Pain rippled through my body, a constant reminder of the trials I had been put through.
Each breath I drew was a battle fought and won, a tiny victory in the grand scheme of my life.
Yet, as I lay there on the cot, my eyes met Ellie’s, and I found myself reaching out.
It was an instinct, a primal need to connect with another being.
My hand, heavy and unsteady, moved to cup her face.
Her skin was soft, warm.
Her eyes, wide and questioning, searched mine as my fingertips brushed her cheek, a gesture so intimate that it felt almost out of place amidst our harsh reality.
“You’re… burning up,” she murmured, her gaze flickering to the clammy sheen of sweat on my forehead.
Her words were fraught with worry, yet there was a certain softness in her voice that made my heart ache.
I couldn’t help but study her face, taking in every detail.
Her high cheekbones, the smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose, the furrow of her brows as she looked at me with concern.
And her eyes, those striking green eyes that held so much emotion and resilience, they were a sight I’d grown fond of in our Distant Vision.
My hand remained on her soft cheek.
“What are you doing, Ceara?” she finally asked, her voice barely more than a whisper.
I wished I could give her an answer, something to ease the confusion in her eyes.
But how could I explain the inexplicable pull I felt towards her, the yearning for a connection that went beyond our shared circumstances?
“I… I need to…” I started, my words failing me.
