Asher walked by his lonesome in the woods, not caring where he was or where went. He was too distracted by the conversation he just had to think of anything else.

His eyes burned bright crimson, clearly enraged with himself for his shameful behavior.

“What are you, Asher? A shameful cur?!” He growled.

Transferring his aggression to his fist, Asher punched one of the trees beside hum, instantly sending it flying away.

“How could I let her just-“ He said, stiffening himself as he got even angrier.

Roxanne's face appeared in his head, and suddenly he felt his emotions dissipate in moments. 

“It’s no use…” He mumbled.

No matter how...