"Stay for a while. I cannot breathe Cosette, and I'm scared of what kind of person I would become just so I could breathe."
Asher's embrace tightened as if he was holding on to dear life; holding on to his last hope, afraid if he let go, he would just fall deeper and deeper into the darkness that was calling him. Words weren't enough to describe how this terrified him. More than losing everything, Asher was even more terrified of what he might do just to prevent that from happening.
"Don't push me away, Cosette," he whispered with a tinge of desperation. "Because if you do, I don't know what would I do anymore."
Cosette's eyes slid to the corner, staring at him while his face was buried in her shoulder. She could feel his hand and chest trembling, making her relaxed her body. Cosette slowly raised her hand on her back, patting it mildly.
"Why… would I?" she whispered back, lowering her soft eyes. "When you're almost screaming for help."
