After making countless attempts to calm myself, I gave up.
"You don't mean it." I muttered, not believing what I just heard.
"I do. Trust me, I do. And...I know that you probably don't think the same-" He was cut off by a sob, from me.
He just stared at me, dumbfounded.
"Shit, Jess, I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean to hurt your feelings and now look at what I've done. Gods, I'm a mess," he murmured.
"Hurt my feelings? You've got to be kidding me," I said as I shook my head. "I mean, seriously, h-how dumb can you be?"
Confused? Let's go a little back in time and find out what's exactly happening.
I had reached Asher's house just in time, with a small smile on my face. He had invited me in, and filled my hands with a cup of coffee. Then, he sat at the other end of the sofa and looked down, guiltily. I just stared at him, thinking about that kiss repeatedly.
"So..." He began, hoping that I'll continue the rest.
I didn't.
"The weather's good, no? Not very cold this year and the sun's sparkling," he said.
Worst way to ever start a talk.
"Yeah, nice weather." I agreed, not able to get myself to bring up the topic.
"And how's work? Any weird, crazy patients, lately? Well, you never mentioned any of your patients, except for the one that ran away. She was redhead, no?" He shook his head, amused. "And I thought blondes were dumb, never knew that redheads could be so-"
"Asher?" I cut him off.
"Yeah?"
"Shut the hell up."
"Uh...yeah, okay."
"So...to the point, 'Kay?" I suggested, after gathering up a lot of courage. He nodded.
Silence.
"Yeah...things aren't quite working out as they were supposed to, are they?" He spoke with a small, sad smile.
"Of course not. They never do." I answered, staring at him while biting the inner part of my lip.
He took a deep breath and muttered something.
"How about we just stop meeting? Like, no connections of any sort. That'd be good for the both of us," he said, looking at me with sad eyes.
"Trust me."
What? No. Never.
This couldn't be happening.
I felt this pinch of pain in my chest, no, I'm not getting a heart attack, it's just...I'm not sure what it is. I felt like my heart's breaking, again.
But as depressed as I am to admit it, he has a point. If we keep on meeting, we'll get closer than we're supposed to.
I feel so mixed up.
But I didn't say any of that. I just said something to change the topic, for a while at least.
"Trust you?" I said with a snort. "I stopped doing that after the whole bar incident when you said that its gonna be better than the movies."
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