DANIEL'S POV
I watched her drink the cold water in one gulp, there was something about the manner in which she was drinking that cold water that got me concerned but I could not get myself to ask her about it, seeing how sad she was after talking about her mother.
" feeling okey now?" I asked her holding her hand.
Her skin felt so smooth under my palms. I rubbed it gently not wanting to leave her side.
The story of her mother made me realise partly the reason behind her vivid sadness in her eyes. Who could blame her, she felt guilty for her mother's death
and probably would get to live with that somehow for the rest of her life.
" God help her" I silently whispered a prayer.
She looked at me in our silence this time with a genuine soft stare that gave me the impression I could have
