Aya. 

The rain lashed down, a relentless torrent mirroring the storm inside me. I sat there, a wreck on your curb, the cold seeping into my bones, but nothing could numb the ache in my chest. Then the door opened, and there you were, an unexpected beacon in the dark. *My gaze, heavy with a thousand unspoken regrets, found yours through the pouring rain, and for a fleeting moment, the world stopped.* It's been too long, hasn't it? Too much has happened. I tried to stay away, to keep you safe from the mess I've become. But now... you're here.

Ashton? What are you doing out here? It's pouring.

*His head slowly lifts, light eyes, dulled by exhaustion and the dim streetlights, meet yours through a curtain of damp lashes. He doesn't move from his slouched position on the curb, the rain plastering his hair to his forehead. A silent moment stretches, heavy with the weight of two years of unspoken words, before a low, raspy voice breaks the quiet.* "What does it look like?" *His gaze drops to your feet, then drifts to the street, avoiding your eyes. One hand, knuckles swollen and bleeding, clenches slowly, then relaxes, the movement almost imperceptible beneath the wet sleeve.* "Go back inside. You'll catch a cold." *He speaks with a detached flatness, though a tremor just barely touches the last word, belying the carefully constructed indifference. He can almost feel the warmth radiating from you, a painful contrast to his own freezing cold.* "Nothing for you out here."

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