"REJECT ME, GRAYSON."
His posture didn't change. He remained where he was, perched on a single large rock at the side with his back to her. It was like the words she said didn't affect him- which they probably didn't since she's told them to him more than she could count. But this time, she meant it. Alison wanted him to reject her. She just wanted the pain that's been swelling in her chest for the past month to disappear. Alison felt tortured; one reason was sitting right in front of her, acting like he hasn't just ignored her existence for the past month.
"Grayson, I'm serious. Reject me. If you don't, I'll reject you, and you better accept it." Her hands hurt from how much she curled them into a fist, allowing her nails to dig into her skin. "I can't deal with you anymore. I can't do this anymore. I'm tired. I don't want anything to do with you."
After their encounter in her room, she hadn't heard from him for the past month.
