“Asher, I’m—” I shake my head, stare unseeingly at the space between us. “I'm sorry.” He shrugs. “Whatever. At least now I know what you really think of me.” With that, he sidesteps me and makes for the exit, the door falling shut behind him, but not before I catch the flash of hurt lingering in his eyes. And me? I’m just left here, staring unseeingly into the spot he just vacated. Feeling like a piece of shit.
