Ashley is in the garden as she sits on the grass and is combed by the maid. I approached them and motioned the maid to leave.

"How are you?" She gives me a simple smile then looks away. I sat beside her then fixed her hair. "Do you want to eat?" She shook her head.

“I want someone to talk to.”

"I see, I am willing to listen," I said then stroked her hair. "Spill it."

"I love someone and his name is Asher," she used to say this to me every day. But I still couldn’t help but be sad and at the same time, I am happy. Even...