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“What? But yesterday you gave me water. And all the water before — wasn't that you? If you don't have powers, where did it come from?”
Her voice was a low whisper. She was terrified that others would hear us.
I forced a bitter smile and waved her off.
“Why would I lie to you? You're my sister.”
“The water we had was just stored up before everything went to hell. It's in that house over there. I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to worry.”
I pointed at the house for her.
There was water, made with my powers in advance.
Thank god I always produced water alone and stored them at somewhere safe.
Chloe sighed.
“Mia, are you mad at me?”
Mad? No. I hate her.
I feigned confusion. She looped her arm through mine, voice sweet as poison.
“Mia, what you saw yesterday wasn't like that.”
“There's nothing between me and Zach. I know he's your boyfriend.”
“Stop being suspicious and causing trouble, okay? Just give us the water.”
Then it hit me why I'd passed out.
Yesterday, after pushing myself dry, I stumbled back toward camp.
Halfway there, I saw Chloe and Zach playing around, splashing water everywhere.
“Chloe, look! Like a water festival!”
“The light reflected in splashing water is so beautiful. Just like you, sweetie.”
Water I wouldn't even drink was being wasted like it was nothing.
And ever since the apocalypse began, Zach had shown me nothing but scorn, while falling all over Chloe.
I collapsed because of the scene the day before.
Back to present, Zach showed up at the moment.
I'd been out a whole day, now getting no word of concern from him.
Yet his face lit up the second he saw Chloe. He rushed over to her.
“Why are you out here? It's getting even hotter. Don't scorch yourself.”
“Are you going to move water? Just let Mia do it.”
“She does nothing around here anyway. If she won't even carry water, what use is she?”
