・Abigale's POV・
"Alex?" mutter as I look back at his tall figure walking towards me.
"Uh... yeah..." he says awkwardly, messing with his hair.
"What do you want?" I ask as I back around, kicking the mulch underneath me as I wipe the tears off my face.
"To talk," he mutters before sitting on the swing next to me. I refuse to look at him as I feel his eyes burning into me.
"About?" I continue, trying to seem unbothered by his arrival.
"I don't know, just... stuff," he says lightly swinging back and forth.
"K," I say watching as my shoes begin to turn a light tan from digging up the mulch. There's an awkward silence before I can't seem to take it anymore. "Alex..." I speak up and he looks up to me, my eyes still far from his.
"Yeah?" he replies, stopping his motion.
"Can I ask you so
