Ashley's POV
He turned around to face me, holding both of my hands. My breaths deepened as he stared at me with his thumbs brushing against my fingers.
He sighed.
“Look, Ashley, I really like you. But I don't want you to reciprocate my feelings, out of pity, or just to distract me from my pain. You don't owe me anything.” He explained.
His face fell downcast and his gaze examined our hands, and when he looked at me, his lips stretched into a thin smile.
He shrugged,
“Besides, I can handle my grief. I've become acquainted with the pain over the years.” He voiced.
I could almost feel the anguish in his heart as I listened to his sad words.
His hands left mine, and he heaved a sigh before turning away to leave the room.
At this point, I wasn't even sure of what I wanted. But I knew
