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Miranda felt the push even before Asher performed the movement. He lifted his hands, causing Miranda's grip to slip off his shoulder blades, and with his palms, he applied a quick yet strong shoving pressure on the balls of her shoulders, forcing her to stumble backwards.
Miranda's feet ran away until the momentum had run out. She looked at Asher with hurt, teary eyes.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Asher demanded, his tone telling Miranda that the rejection she earned at his hands was her own fault.
"I just needed a hug." Miranda admitted.
"And I told you not to bother trying to start anything with me. I don't care about you, can't you see that?" Asher bit without a care.
He scoffed and retrieved a shirt from his dresser.
"So then why am I here Asher? If you don't care, why am I here?" Miranda asked while opening her arms.
The ghost stood in the corner with her arms crossed. She looked at Asher and shook her head in disappointment.
Asher slipped
