"You... disgusts me."
"Cosette." Asher held her wrist, but Cosette flung her arms away violently to avoid his touch.
"Don't touch me!" Cosette yelled, pushing herself to sit up. She looked around aggressively, recognizing she was in a hospital right now. Her mind was filled with blanks, but the last memory she had in her head was having a breakdown, trying to kill Asher out of hatred.
"Cosette –"
"Touch me, and I will kill myself."
Asher froze as Cosette glared daggers at him. Her hand was raised, signaling him to keep his distance. This was the reason, Asher, although heartbroken seeing her, knowing nothing, deemed it better than when she knew everything.
The story between them was just pure tragic.
