Ashley's pov 

I stumble backwards, my face cringing at the pure hatred in her red rimmed eyes. Then it diminishes and her eyes down casted as she sniffles.

"Just go away." She mumbles brushing pass me and walking over to the faucet.

My eyes softened and I sighed. I find myself following her, watching as she opened the pipe and began to wash her face. I don't think it would magically move the redness in her eyes.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I ask softly. It was ...