Ash's pov ;
Sitting in the passenger seat, I stared out of the window in silence. But it was a calm silence and not an uncomfortable one.
As we drove through the city streets, the sun was slowly beginning to set, bathing the buildings and trees in a soft golden light.
"Why aren't you talking?" Elijah asked out of the blue.
I couldn't help but scoff inwardly. "What's there to talk about between us?"
Since when have we become close enough to engage in casual conversation? Or was Elijah actually trying to have a normal talk with me? The idea seemed bizarre, given our tumultuous history.
"I don't know," he replied after a beat. "What do you want to talk about?"
I shook my head slightly, staring out the window to hide my discomfort. "I don't have anything to say," I muttered, feeling the awkwardness settle between us once more.
