His Kindness to Me Almost Drives Me Crazy

Holding my luggage, I was about to leave. Asher looked at me without saying a word.

"Aren't you going to stay at my mom's place for a while?"

I felt suffocating anxiety.

"No, I won't be there." Asher emphasized, saying, "That's not my home. Our home is here."

Asher's parents had been divorced early on. I knew he had always been obsessed with the idea of having a family. He wouldn't let me leave, so I wisely kept my mouth shut and refrained from saying anything that might upset him.

I kept thinking on the way as to whether I shouldn't have left him. Upon opening the door, I regretted not coming earlier to take care of my mother.

Clothes on the sofa were piled up randomly. It was hard to tell if they had been washed or not. The dishes and utensils from the day when my father fainted were still piled up in the sink.

There was a trash can by the bed filled with used tissues.

Since the day my dad fainted, the time had come to still be here.

Asher had been messaging me. It seemed like he had never been in a good mood.

[Is it because you hate me that you don't come home? Maybe I don't deserve to have a family. I'm not worthy of you.]

[Did I hold you back? Can I talk to you?]

[My new song is about to be released. I want to tell you such news, yet I dare not. Will you find me annoying?]

I tried my best to tell him that I was swamped, and I couldn't leave my mother. Her situation was quite bad. I reassured him that I loved him. I wouldn't find him annoying.

All my efforts were in vain. It seemed that he didn't believe anything I said.

"It's like he's forcing me to surrender and to bow my head."

"I won't do it. But I forget that Asher will always have helpers."

"Or maybe I don't expect that Asher will ever try to show consideration to me."