Dozing Off

"I am not getting off. I am coming with you."

Ashlyn folded her hands over her chest and stared at him with determination.

"Don't be ridiculous. You're injured all over, and you look like you will be collapsing any second now. At most what you will be is a burden," he coldly said.

Where was the Elijah from earlier?

That's what she wanted to ask him.

But she didn't have the courage for it.

"I don't need you to save myself. I never did. Even if I die, that's on me. That has nothing to do with you," she spat.

He tightly gripped on the steering wheel and stared at her fiercely.

"What do you mean it has nothing to do with me? Can you care a little more about yourself? I don't know why you have to act so recklessly. Also you don't even like Elaine. I don't know why you have to strain yourself for her. Just fucking value yourself more!" He raised his voice, getting all riled up.

Ashlyn fell silent, not knowing how exactly to reply.

It's not that she wasn't afraid of death. She merely took he