Rosalia’s POV:
My question is met with silence from Ash, his eyes showing that he’s lost in thought. I shoot him a ‘what did you expect?’ expression, and he sighs, closing the sketchbook and handing it back to me with a heavy sigh. “I never knew,” he repeats, and I let out a sigh of my own.
“That’s the point,” I reply, repeating something either he or Hunter once said to me a long time ago. “It’s a way to cope, forget and stop people digging deeper.” He gives a rueful smile when he recognizes his own words which I return half-heartedly with a sad smile. “You build up walls designed to keep people out because you are afraid. Afraid of the pain that comes from letting someone into your life knowing they can leave you. For whatever reason.” I look down at my hands when I say this, my own m
