It's Never Gonna Be Too Late.
Slow Confessions.
Alex's POV.
I had just asked Ashe, "Why did you want to really take a walk?"
She stared at her feet hitting the glistening grass.
We made our way onto a sidewalk and continued walking away from the restaurant.
She slowly lifted up her head and looked at me once we were out of Bickford's proximity.
"I just needed fresh air, that's all," she lied.
"Just for the heads up," I began, "you're a really bad liar."
She put her head back down, taking a deep breath.
"Is there something wrong?" I asked.
"Yes, there is," she admitted.
She kept her head down as we continued walking.
"Do you want to talk about it?" I had placed my hands in my hoodie pockets.
"Uh, not really," she finally looked at me.
We were about half a mile away from the bus and the restaurant.
Neither of us had spoken.
Ashe is so isolated and locked up inside.
I guess that's one reason why we aren't close.
She always keeps to herself and only hangs around Gerard.
She must have something to hide.
"There's just something wrong with me," Ashe muttered.
"What was that?"
"There's something wrong with me, okay?" she shot.
"What is it?"
"I have no fucking clue. I've been moody for three fucking years and I have no idea what's fucking wrong with me."
She was frustrated and started walking back towards the bus.
"Ashe, come here. Let's just talk about it."
"No, I don't want to talk about it. I don't want to talk to anyone. Just leave me alone!"
Ashe was now running the half mile distance back.
Why'd she get so upset?
Does Gerard know about this?
Does anyone know?
I had just asked Ashe, "Why did you want to really take a walk?"
She stared at her feet hitting the glistening grass.
We made our way onto a sidewalk and continued walking away from the restaurant.
She slowly lifted up her head and looked at me once we were out of Bickford's proximity.
"I just needed fresh air, that's all," she lied.
"Just for the heads up," I began, "you're a really bad liar."
She put her head back down, taking a deep breath.
"Is there something wrong?" I asked.
"Yes, there is," she admitted.
She kept her head down as we continued walking.
"Do you want to talk about it?" I had placed my hands in my hoodie pockets.
"Uh, not really," she finally looked at me.
We were about half a mile away from the bus and the restaurant.
Neither of us had spoken.
Ashe is so isolated and locked up inside.
I guess that's one reason why we aren't close.
She always keeps to herself and only hangs around Gerard.
She must have something to hide.
"There's just something wrong with me," Ashe muttered.
"What was that?"
"There's something wrong with me, okay?" she shot.
"What is it?"
"I have no fucking clue. I've been moody for three fucking years and I have no idea what's fucking wrong with me."
She was frustrated and started walking back towards the bus.
"Ashe, come here. Let's just talk about it."
"No, I don't want to talk about it. I don't want to talk to anyone. Just leave me alone!"
Ashe was now running the half mile distance back.
Why'd she get so upset?
Does Gerard know about this?
Does anyone know?