forum “I can’t love you...” Reposting this here (O/O|Romance|Closed|)

Started August 10, 2019 by @Toxic_Persephone group

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He blinked. "Hm? Oh. I don't know." He replied with a shrug. "I guess I just…felt like it."

“Mm…” she replied, studying his face curiously. “If you’re pitying me, don’t. You can give yourself time to heal.” She stated suddenly. “Not that I think you’re not being true, it’s obvious you were being very true with me.”

He shook his head, and walked out of the elevator, carrying her towards the car. "No, it's fine." He replied. "Really. Don't worry about it."

“I’m worried about you.” A small hand lifted to touch his face. “I’m worried that you’re hurting. I have been selfish. You can tell me about anything that bothers you.”

He shook his head. "It's fine." He repeated, setting her down in her seat, then moving his arms away.

Arabella reached out and took his hand in hers. “Asher. I’m serious.” She murmured to him, her eyes wide and slightly fearful. “I don’t want you to dislike me. Or to feel uncomfortable around me…”

He shook his head. "Arabella, please. I'm fine." He replied. "I don't dislike you, and I'm not uncomfortable." He said softly.

She pulled him down and planted a lingering kiss upon his lips. She released him and smiled weakly. “Good. Because I greatly enjoy your presence.”

(i gtg soon)

He smiled back. "And I enjoy yours." He stepped back, closing her door and getting in the drivers seat.

(Okay. Have a good night and thanks for telling me!)

Arabella buckled before she relaxed completely into the seat and sighed deeply. “Do you like soup too?”

(no problem!)

Asher hesitated for a moment, then shrugged. "Yeah, I guess so. I mean, it depends on the soup itself, but most of the time, yeah."

“I guess you’re right. Some soups aren’t very good huh? I really don’t like clam chowder. Clams are too rubbery.” She said, making a face.

He nodded. "Mhm. Although Salmon Chowder is good." He replied as he drove. "Borscht, too. It's originally from Russia. Lots of beets. Really good." He shrugged.

“I’ve never tried Borscht. I’ve had Salmon Chowder and it’s lovely. But not Borscht.” She chewed on her lip. “Macaroni and Tomato Basil is my favorite.”

He nodded. "Ah. Oh yeah, that's pretty good too." He agreed as he drove. "I know this great restaurant that focuses on soup and such, it's really good."

“I love soup.” She purred, laughing st herself. “It’s my favorite food. It’s warm and gentle and just amazing.”

He chuckled. "Mm. That's good." He replied.

Arabella hummed softly, smiling gently at the man she had married. He was much more kind than before she liked it.

He kept driving, sighing softly. He raked a hand through his hair, making it stick up messily all over his head.

Arabella pouted at that. “Aw I did your hair all nice now it’s spiky.” She reached over to gently play with the spikes, giggling. “But it’s still just as nice.

He chuckled. "Mm. Sorry." He replied, keeping his focus on the road and not on her hands in his hair.

“It’s alright.” She hummed, still messing with his hair to make it less laid back but more presentable.

He kept driving through the city, headed towards the restaurant he had been talking about earlier. He reached over and turned on the radio, letting whatever station it was currently set on play.

Arabella eventually rested back in her seat, pulling her arms back into her sides and sighing. She closed her eyes and leaned back. “Driving is always so relaxing.l

He smiled. "For you, maybe. I have to navigate these roads without smashing my car up." he retorted, grinning.

“Oh hush the roads aren’t that bad.” She opened an eye to look at him, smiling. “But I understand that it can be stressful. I like car rides though. Very relaxing.”

He shrugged. "Yeah, they aren't. I guess." But after Peri…sometimes it's hard. Every time I see an accident, every time I see a wrecked car… he sighed softly. "And car rides aren't bad."

She nodded gently and set her hand on his arm. “It’s alright, Asher. We’re safe. I trust you.” She murmured gently. “I’ll drive you around whenever you want to go for a ride.”

Asher glanced over at her, then back at the road. "Alright." he replied, a small smile flickering over his face. "Thank you."

“It’s he least I could do. You’re so kind to me.” She murmured, bringing her hand up to trace her lips gently.