Ash felt himself at loss of words, he quietly stared at her sorry state with a rather penitent expression.
After a short while, Emaya blinked open her eyes as she tried to regain her composure. She swept her hair off her face and slowly stood up.
Ash watched her silently and tried to step forward to help her up.
He slowly reached out his hand but stopped midway, “Em—”
“Nevermind I’m... I’m sorry.” She kept her eyes lowered, sighing a deep breath.
“I’ll just go,” She said in a low, shattered whisper, wiping her tears as she proceeded to walk out of the crooked fence.
She trekked through the dark streets for a minute before she paused in her steps.
“Wait!”
Emaya turned her head back as she heard Ash’s deep, solemn voice, watching him walking towards her.
“House number?” He asked in
