ashton shrugs it off and continues walking with slow steps, one foot in front of the other. i wait 'til he's a few steps ahead of me before slowly following after him.
he seems so sad, so different from the smiling ash i see at the train station. maybe it's just because there's no one around for him to talk to. not a lot of people walk down the street by themselves, smiling no reason.
what am i supposed to be getting out of this again? why did i even bother following him?
he finally turns into a driveway, running a hand through his brown hair and trudges up the driveway. i crawl across the ground and hide behind his trashcan.
