A humourless chuckle escaped him as he shook his head. Then, he took a deep breath and stepped back.
"You’re just going to have to learn the consequences of your actions," he said coldly, "and the man you turned me into."
And then, he turned.
I barely had the strength to lift my head as he walked away.
The door creaked open, and just as he was about to step out, I whispered,
"Asher…"
It was so soft, maybe just a breath of sound, but still, I hoped—hoped that maybe he would stop. That maybe, even after everything, he would turn back and listen to me....
But he didn’t.
He didn’t pause, didn’t hesitate. He just walked out and slammed the door behind him.
Hard.
I was left there, curled up on the cold ground, my knees drawn to my chest, my tears soaking into the fabric of my clothes.
