Drunk

Done showering, Elijah wore the bathrobe before stepping out of the washroom. He met with the sight of Ashlyn sitting on the bed and was surprised to not find her asleep.

Her lips were pursed into a thin line while her eyes stared at him intently, as if she wanted to shoot lasers through them.

"What are you doing?" he questioned.

The next second, her eyes watered, and a tear trailed down her cheek, sending him into panic. He stepped forward.

"What's the matter?"

Elijah couldn't recall the last time he had seen the girl cry. He found it hard to associate the word crying with Ashlyn. Even as a child, when she got upset, she threw tantrums and acted in rage.

"I don't know. I feel sad," she honestly confessed.

This had Elijah flustered. He stepped forward and touched her cheeks. He lowered his head to look at her and gently asked, "What is making you feel sad?"

She pouted her lips before responding, "You."

That made Elijah's heart sink.

And before he was able to console her, she bumped he