{cry me a river} asher&marie
Asher reached for it, but Marie yanked her arm back so he couldn’t, and she shook her head, tears brimming in her eyes. He had verbally abused her because he felt used? He took their precious and most emotional times together and twisted it into a goddamn project. As if Marie didn’t have enough reasons to want to ruin his life!
Swallowing the lump in her throat, she threw it at his feet, ignoring his question on how she retrieved it. Clearly, Asher could not keep a secret. She would never tell him about who she really was. For all she knew, he would use it as extra credit, too.
”You used me,” she choked out, staring deep into his eyes. It was his turn to feel small and guilty and broken. “You’re a fuckin’ liar. That’s your real sin. You think you’re such a good person, but you’re not. You think you know me so fucking well, huh? You don’t know anything about me!” She screamed, the tears in her eyes at boiling point.
Clenching her firsts, Marie took in a deep breath, furrowing her brows with disbelief. She let out a soft laugh and shook her head some more. “Don’t call me. Don’t come by my house. We’re done,” she spat, her tone rough and drained.
The journal was then thrown at his feet, and Asher jumped back slightly. He looked back at the girl, his heart dropping when he saw the tears brimming Marie's green eyes. His mind flashed back to the night they fought, but he quickly willed the flashbacks away.
The girl's gaze pierced his own, her words making him cringe and look to the floor. The tables had turned again. It was back to how it was before; Marie the aggressor. But this time, everything hurt ten times more, since he had done the same thing to her.
But he knew she was right.
Asher was a liar. He was a sinner. And he wasn't a good person. He tried so hard to impress everyone around him, that he built up this whole facade just so he could be happy with himself, and have others be happy with him.
He had worn a mask his entire life. Marie was the one to remove it.
She told him they were done, and he furrowed his brows. They were done? Had they even started? Asher didn't know, but he was losing his chance.
"Marie, I'm sorry, please just hear me out," He said, and she shook her head, more tears coming from her eyes. "Save it," She hissed, ready to slam the door in his face.
He couldn't believe it. He was watching the strongest person he knew crumble because of him.
"Marie, please. I love you."
He did. He really did.












