Rogan's voice was like a thread stretched too thin as he replied, "Ava, you don't know what you're asking of me."
I paused my pacing and looked up at him. He was standing stiffly, his arms folded like a shield across his chest. His face was shadowed by the flickering firelight, but it was unable to cover up the storm in his eyes.
I said in a firm voice, "I'm not asking for anything." "I simply want to comprehend."
Rogan's jaw tensed as he shook his head. "Knowing won't make this better."
His remarks weighed deeply on both of us. Uncertain if he would let me in or reject me completely, I took a step closer.
I muttered, "It's not about fixing anything." "The key is understanding why you continue to hold back."
His laugh was hollow and sad. Do you believe I'm being reticent? I've given
