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It had been three years—three long years of silence and stillness—when finally, Lysander showed signs of reaction. Thalassa's heart surged with emotion, her eyes stinging with tears that threatened to spill over.
She propped Lysander up by his shoulders, desperately seeking eye contact, but his head lolled forward, devoid of the will to hold itself up.
Thalassa's hands trembled slightly, one hand supporting his shoulder, the other gently cradling his face, lifting it so she could look at him directly.
Through her teary haze, she saw that Lysander's eyes remained closed, his handsome face tranquil, showing no sign of change. The flicker of hope in Thalassa’s heart plummeted immediately.
Everything before her confirmed the harsh reality: Lysander had not yet awakened.
Her frantic heartbeat gradually subsided, her breath slowing from its initial panicked pace.
Gently, she laid Lysander back down on the ground. Standing up, she helped him into a seated position, taking in every detail of his form with a clarity that belied her earlier panic.
She hadn't been mistaken. Lysander had indeed responded. At the very least, he had some awareness now. This was a significant breakthrough. And where there's progress, there's hope.
Thalassa fought to contain her excitement, maneuvering Lysander into the bathtub to soak in the warm water. She poured in some shower gel and meticulously bathed him, her hands moving over his back as the steam from the bath fogged the air and warmed her cheeks, her heart pounding—not just from the heat of the room, but from a shy bashfulness.
The intimacy of aman and a woman in such close quarters was bound to elicit shyness in Thalassa, no matter how routine the task had become.
“Lysander, am | being too rough? Does your back hurt?" Thalassa murmured, half to herself, half to him.
Even without a reply, she continued to converse with Lysander, a daily ritual she had maintained for three years.
"I'm scrubbing a bit harder in case your back itches," she said to the silence.
“Lysander, rest assured, | will find a way to wake you up," Thalassa vowed, her voice thick with emotion, her resolve unwavering.
Her confidence had wavered before, but she felt a change in Lysander today. She saw it with her own eyes and the light in her dim world brightened once more.
The next day, Thalassa drove to Hertha's workplace.
Hertha was hunched over her computer, engrossed in a sketch, when a knock on her desk startled her. She looked up and saw Thalassa. "Thalassa! What a surprise to see you here at the office!"
The surprise was a delight, making Hertha feel cherished in Thalassa's heart.
"Shh, keep it down, will you? Don't disturb your colleagues," Thalassa reminded her with caution. Hertha's enthusiasm was as infectious as ever.
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"Sit down, Hertha. I've got some good news to tell you," Thalassa said, cutting to the chase. Hertha placed the coffee in front of Thalassa. "Try this. | brought from home,” she offered.
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Thalassa nodded, taking a sip of the coffee. Her resolve was clear: she would do anything to bring Lysander back to the light.