"Asher shouted, 'Stop trailing me!' His patience was wearing thin. He'd tolerated it because she'd been there for him, but now her constant presence was suffocating. "I'm only looking out for you," she replied.
Asher exhaled, raking a hand through his hair. "I need some space, okay? I can handle myself." Despite his request, she remained fixed, her gaze unwavering and intense.
"Is it because you're stronger now? Are you abandoning me because I'm no longer useful?" Her tone turned icy, cutting through the quiet. "Of course not. You know that's not the case."
"Why do you insist on following me then?" he asked.
"Just to the bathroom, for heaven's sake!" He rubbed his temples, clearly frustrated.
"Oh, you should've mentioned that earlier," she chuckled, easing the tension. "I did," he muttered in resignation.
