Ash buried his head in his hands as he slouched forwards on the couch in thought. The woman he had bumped into the other day was now in his apartment, having a mental breakdown in the front hall. To say that he didn't know what to do, would be an understatement.
He groaned loudly as he leaned his head back and slumped against the couch pillows, shielding his eyes from the harsh living room lights and humming to himself as he continued to think of what he should be doing in this situation. If he simply let her be - crying and sitting on the cold wooden floor - he would feel like a terrible person. However, on the other hand, if he tried to talk to her and question what had happened, he would feel as though he was pushing her to talk about something that might have traumatized her. He sighed sharply, in an attempt to discard his thoughts, and jumped up from the couch.
He opened the living room door which led to the front hall of the apartment and looked over at the wall opposite the front door, noticing the woman was now sitting up and staring at the front door with wide eyes, clearly spaced out. Ash hung his head with a sigh before slowly taking his first step towards the woman sitting on the floor. Before he could make his way fully to the woman and attempt to talk to her again, the loud banging of the front door echoed in the hall. The woman's eyes grew wider and she scrambled up to her feet as her hands began to shake.
Ash glanced over at the front door before walking over to the woman and offering her a tiny smile in reassurance. "Go into my bedroom." He whispered before pointing at a door on the left side of the hall and pushing her inside before closing the door quietly and rushing over to the front door.
He cleared his throat before swinging the door open with wide eyes. Before the man on the other side of the door looked up, however, Ash plastered a confused expression on his face before leaning against the doorframe. "Is everything alright?" He asked loudly. The latter's eyes narrowed and he glanced over the smaller man's shoulder, looking around the hall in suspicion.
"Have you seen this woman anywhere just now?" The taller of the two questioned, pulling out his phone and flicking through his camera roll, shoving the phone into Ash's face once he landed on a photo of the woman who was hiding in his bedroom. Ash pretended to look at the face carefully before humming and shrugging with pursed lips.
"I'm afraid I can't help you." Ash clicked his tongue once before standing up straight and offering a fake apologetic smile. "Sorry." He finished before reaching for the door handle and slowly closing the door as the other male nodded and walked away with a curt wave.
Ash closed the door quickly and locked it with a loud sigh before collecting his thoughts and walking across the hall, standing in front of his bedroom door and slowly clicking it open, smiling at the woman who was seated on his bed once she looked over at the doot, eyes laced with worry.
"Was it him?" She asked fearfully, looking behind Ash's shoulder briefly before turning back to the man in front of her with furrowed eyebrows. Ash could only shrug at the question, not knowing the answer. He wasn't sure what she was scared of but, now that she had asked such a question, he could only assume what this was about. And it wasn't a pleasant situation to be in. "He's - he's a tall, buff man with black hair up to about... here? Tattoos on his arm and neck?" She asked, measuring a hair length going from the scalp to the shoulder. Ash looked away at the description and walked over, flopping onto his bed with a low sigh.
"Yeah. It was." He answered bluntly and simply, fiddling with his fingers as he looked down. He didn't see why he would lie to her as this could put her in danger. "He was looking for you, but I didn't tell him that you're here." He reassured quickly after noticing the worry and fear bubble up in her eyes as she teared up. The woman sniffed and nodded slowly before hanging her head.
"I'm... I'm really sorry for all of this." She sniffed again, wiping roughly at her eyes before looking up at the man next to her. "I didn't want to involve anyone, but..." She cut her sentence off as she stared at the open bedroom door. Ash hummed in understanding before looking up, staring at the ceiling as he fell back onto the bed, letting his head hit the hard mattress.
"Don't worry about it," Ash spoke, closing his eyes and smiling to himself slightly. "It's not your fault." He finished, reassuring the sniffling girl. The woman hummed quietly, wiping her eyes and pursing her lips, staring at the man before sighing.
An awkward silence enveloped the pair as the ticking of the clock was the only thing that could be heard throughout the rooms of the apartment. Ash, still lying on his bed with his arm under his head, sighed out quietly before heaving himself back up and turning his body to face the woman. At the sudden dip in the bed and movement, the female looked over at the man before looking back down.
"You can stay here for a while. I don't think it's that safe for you in this building just now." Ash spoke, pursing his lips as he crossed his legs on the bed and watched the woman's reaction. She was unmoving and silent, with the occasional sniffle or soft sigh slipping through. She eventually nodded and moved back onto the bed, crossing her own legs but still staring down at her lap. Ash sighed quietly and cleared his throat. "What's your name?"
The woman glanced up at the question and fixed her eyes into the young man's as if questioning his intentions before he flashed a toothed smile and tilted his head to the side. The woman cleared her throat and wiped her cheeks, where a few stray tears fell. "I'm Amaya." She quietly answered. Ash nodded at the name as he held out his hand for a handshake. "I'm Ash." He grinned. Amaya took his hand slowly and shook it gently before quickly letting go and looking back down to her lap. Ash looked at the woman, his smile faltering until it fell completely and he groaned under his breath, looking down at the mattress before speaking up again. "What do you wanna do?" He asked. The woman in question raised her head and quirked an eyebrow up in amusement. She brought her eyebrows back into a frown quickly, hoping the man next to her didn't notice her slip-up. "I have a few movies we could watch. Come on!" Ash suddenly exclaimed as he jumped off the foot
As the pair watched the movie, Ash couldn't help but think of the woman's unfortunate situation of being in an abusive relationship. Before Ash had continued to play the movie, Amaya had told him about her situation in detail and eventually, Ash had put the offer of staying at his place for a few days and inform the police of her boyfriend's behaviour. However, the young woman had quickly rejected the idea and simply flashed a small smile at the latter, reassuring him that she would just go home and hope for the best. Ash, coming to the conclusion that any further discussion on the subject won't get him anywhere, dropped the topic and pressed play on the remote control. Despite the noise coming from the TV in front of him, he wasn't focused on the movie at all. His mind kept racing, reminding him of the memories he had pushed to the deepest parts of his brain; memories he no longer wanted to ever think about. With a loud groan, he leaned forwa
The next day, Ash woke up at around five in the morning to the sound of a loud knocking at his front door. At first, he decided to ignore it after he checked the time and simply shifted to the other side of his bed before closing his eyes and attempting to sleep for at least five minutes more. However, luck was never on his side as he was forced to get up at the crack of dawn due to the persistent knocking. With a loud groan, he rolled out of bed, ruffling his hair and walking into the front hall. Not bothering to glance through the peephole, he swung the door open angrily. His eyes softened ever so slightly once his eyes landed on Ms Vento. She had a sheepish smile on her face paired with a set of apologetic eyes. "I'm so sorry to wake you up this early, but..." She trailed off quietly, looking around before pointing behind Ash, questioning whether she could come in. Ash nodded with a low shrug of his shoulders before opening the door wider an
After Ms Vento left his apartment, Ash couldn't focus on anything he had to do around the house. He sat on the couch in his living room, the TV playing loudly in the background, with wide eyes - spaced-out. He had planned to clean the house a little later in the day and cook dinners that would last him for three days time. Now, however, all his plans went out of the window as his mind was too occupied still trying to process the new information he received from Ms Vento. With a loud sigh, Ash finally heaved himself up from the comfort of his couch and looked at the time, cursing at himself for sitting without doing anything productive for over three hours. He groaned and ran one of his hands through his hair before yawning and walking into his bedroom. He picked up his covers from the floor and began to fold them slowly as he continued to let his thoughts race around his mind. Of course, he knew it was absurd for anyone to plot absolutely anyth
With a loud sigh, the young man walked into the cafe and looked around for a second before noting the twenty, or so, customers sitting and chatting away or working on laptops. He walked over to an isolated booth and slid in, looking around briefly before looking over at the staff and smiling at one of the male servers, quietly signalling that he just came in and wanted to get a menu. The server nodded at Ash and quickly walked over, handing him a menu, after exchanging greetings, and resumed his cleaning of the free tables. Ash flicked through the menu, his eyes unfocused and spaced out, He was staring at the entrance just as the door opened, revealing Mr Carreiro. Not wanting any unnecessary social interactions, the young man sunk down in his seat and hung his head. At first, his tactic seemed to have worked. However, not for very long as the older man was soon seated in front of Ash with a soft smile plastered on his face.
After the unpleasant conversation between Mr Carreiro and Ash, the older of the pair left Ash alone in the cafe as he decided that he wasn't welcome the moment he spoke out about Jen's situation. Ash, on the other hand, sat in the booth with a, now, cold coffee in front of him and his eyes, unwavering, staring off into space. His thoughts raced in his head constantly, even though his face looked blank. He kept thinking about his mother and his sister, he thought about Amaya and Ms Vento. He even thought about his boss, even though he provoked him during that one conversation. It wasn't like Mr Carreiro, either, as he usually avoids that topic when he speaks with Ash, knowing it's a sensitive one and one he is never fond of. Ash blinked a few times and sighed, looking around at the, now half-empty, cafe and then at the large black clock that hung directly above the entrance. He had wasted away half of the day, thinking over useless things he ha
The next morning, Ash - surprisingly - woke up on time for work. He rolled out of bed with a loud sigh, remembering his crying from last night. The young man shook his head, discarding the unpleasant memory of his hot tears stinging his eyes before rolling down his cheeks and burning his skin. He quickly walked into the bathroom and shut the door. He looked at himself in the mirror and groaned loudly, staring at his hair for a while before clicking his tongue and hanging his head, looking down at the sink. He splashed some water on his face and wiped it on a spare towel before stumbling back out. Once he caught his balance, he walked into the kitchen as he stretched his arms above his head. He glanced briefly at his coffee machine before shaking his head, concluding that if he ingested any caffeine and was even more awake than he already was, it would be an invitation for his head to overthink all of his actions throughout the day. He grabbed an appl
Mr Carreiro's eyes went wide. His eyes fell down to the wooden desk, unwavering and blank. He didn't know the full situation but, simply from knowing Ash for years, he could rule out the idea of Ash getting kicked out due to bad behaviour towards the other residents. With a loud sigh, he looked back up at the young man, his eyes softening at Ash's distressed look on his face. "Is there are a reason?" Mr Carreiro asked nervously, clenching his fists and half expecting Ash to say something along the lines of 'I make too much noise'. Ash, however, only sighed out and turned to the side and stared at the wall. He shrugged and the older of the two furrowed his eyebrows down in slight annoyance with the younger's attitude. He was about to urge Ash to tell him why but the young man in front of him beat him to it. "The owner of the building is selling the building." Ash sighed loudly before looking up, plastering a soft smile
When Ash realised that Ms Vento was in a rush and wanted to get this talk over with, for one reason or another, he walked over to a free booth and hastily plopped down on one side without taking his apron off and watched as Ms Vento did the same. The silence that followed between the two was uncomfortable and awkward for, seemingly, no reason. Ms Vento looked calm and, therefore, the younger of the two shouldn't feel this pressured and nervous. His anxiousness only soared once Ms Vento cleared her throat and folded her arms on the table. "It's about Amaya." She simply spoke, closing her eyes and sighing loudly. Ash leaned back further on the seat and hummed, encouraging the latter to continue. "I know it's none of your business, but I didn't know who else to turn to for help." She quickly explained before hanging her head in defeat. Ash scratched the back of his neck before sighing softly to himself and leaning forward
Ash walked into his boss's office without knocking, his face still supporting the right smile he had plastered on his face the entire day. Mr Carreiro watched the younger with a raised eyebrow as he waltzed in and plopped himself on the chair in front of the desk. He was genuinely happy that Ash was in a good mood for the first time in a while, but it was an uncommon sight and, therefore, he was curious about what caused him to have a smile on his face the whole day. "Did you want to talk about something?" Ash questioned, biting into his food and looking at the older man through his eyelashes. Mr Carreiro hummed as an answer to the question and looked away, staring at the wall for a while before Ash spoke again, breaking him out of his daydream and back into reality. "What is it? Is it something serious?" He asked, eyebrows furrowing down ever so slightly in worry. His eyes, however, remained bright and wide. The older of the two looked o
After a night full of sleep, without waking up in the middle of the night even once, Ash woke up an hour early than he was supposed to. He hopped out of bed and quickly got dressed before leaving his messy room and walking into the kitchen, getting himself a cup of cold coffee. He flicked through his phone and read over the conversation he had with Mr Carreiro just last night as he drank his coffee and bit down on an apple. He sighed slightly and took the last sip of his coffee before throwing the apple's core into the bin and deciding to leave his apartment early in hopes of catching Ms Vento and tell her about his conversation with his mother. Ash hummed lowly as he slipped his shoes on and swung his bag over his shoulder. He made sure that he had a full lunch and his apron was neatly folded as well as pocketing his phone for the first time in months. He never took his phone to work but, since he needed to find a pla
Ash hastily fumbled to answer the phone until he finally answered it. He cleared his throat into the phone and closed his eyes, sitting up straight on the bed and hanging his head. "Mum?" He called after a few seconds of awkward silence as he furrowed his eyebrows in concentration. The silence continued to envelop the two before a soft sigh was heard on the other side of his phone. "Ashley." His mother - Jen - began and his breathing hitched in his throat. This was the first time he had heard his mother's voice in four years. He gasped out suddenly and blinked his eyes open, widening them in shock at the woman's voice. He even ignored how she called him by his full name and tried to process just how different her voice sounded. "I-I didn't want to bother you but..." Ash's eyes widened at the statement almost instantly and he shook his head, despite knowing that she couldn't see him. "No! It's alright." Ash smiled sligh
Mr Carreiro's eyes went wide. His eyes fell down to the wooden desk, unwavering and blank. He didn't know the full situation but, simply from knowing Ash for years, he could rule out the idea of Ash getting kicked out due to bad behaviour towards the other residents. With a loud sigh, he looked back up at the young man, his eyes softening at Ash's distressed look on his face. "Is there are a reason?" Mr Carreiro asked nervously, clenching his fists and half expecting Ash to say something along the lines of 'I make too much noise'. Ash, however, only sighed out and turned to the side and stared at the wall. He shrugged and the older of the two furrowed his eyebrows down in slight annoyance with the younger's attitude. He was about to urge Ash to tell him why but the young man in front of him beat him to it. "The owner of the building is selling the building." Ash sighed loudly before looking up, plastering a soft smile
The next morning, Ash - surprisingly - woke up on time for work. He rolled out of bed with a loud sigh, remembering his crying from last night. The young man shook his head, discarding the unpleasant memory of his hot tears stinging his eyes before rolling down his cheeks and burning his skin. He quickly walked into the bathroom and shut the door. He looked at himself in the mirror and groaned loudly, staring at his hair for a while before clicking his tongue and hanging his head, looking down at the sink. He splashed some water on his face and wiped it on a spare towel before stumbling back out. Once he caught his balance, he walked into the kitchen as he stretched his arms above his head. He glanced briefly at his coffee machine before shaking his head, concluding that if he ingested any caffeine and was even more awake than he already was, it would be an invitation for his head to overthink all of his actions throughout the day. He grabbed an appl
After the unpleasant conversation between Mr Carreiro and Ash, the older of the pair left Ash alone in the cafe as he decided that he wasn't welcome the moment he spoke out about Jen's situation. Ash, on the other hand, sat in the booth with a, now, cold coffee in front of him and his eyes, unwavering, staring off into space. His thoughts raced in his head constantly, even though his face looked blank. He kept thinking about his mother and his sister, he thought about Amaya and Ms Vento. He even thought about his boss, even though he provoked him during that one conversation. It wasn't like Mr Carreiro, either, as he usually avoids that topic when he speaks with Ash, knowing it's a sensitive one and one he is never fond of. Ash blinked a few times and sighed, looking around at the, now half-empty, cafe and then at the large black clock that hung directly above the entrance. He had wasted away half of the day, thinking over useless things he ha
With a loud sigh, the young man walked into the cafe and looked around for a second before noting the twenty, or so, customers sitting and chatting away or working on laptops. He walked over to an isolated booth and slid in, looking around briefly before looking over at the staff and smiling at one of the male servers, quietly signalling that he just came in and wanted to get a menu. The server nodded at Ash and quickly walked over, handing him a menu, after exchanging greetings, and resumed his cleaning of the free tables. Ash flicked through the menu, his eyes unfocused and spaced out, He was staring at the entrance just as the door opened, revealing Mr Carreiro. Not wanting any unnecessary social interactions, the young man sunk down in his seat and hung his head. At first, his tactic seemed to have worked. However, not for very long as the older man was soon seated in front of Ash with a soft smile plastered on his face.
After Ms Vento left his apartment, Ash couldn't focus on anything he had to do around the house. He sat on the couch in his living room, the TV playing loudly in the background, with wide eyes - spaced-out. He had planned to clean the house a little later in the day and cook dinners that would last him for three days time. Now, however, all his plans went out of the window as his mind was too occupied still trying to process the new information he received from Ms Vento. With a loud sigh, Ash finally heaved himself up from the comfort of his couch and looked at the time, cursing at himself for sitting without doing anything productive for over three hours. He groaned and ran one of his hands through his hair before yawning and walking into his bedroom. He picked up his covers from the floor and began to fold them slowly as he continued to let his thoughts race around his mind. Of course, he knew it was absurd for anyone to plot absolutely anyth