Roaming the Halls (O P E N)

[Asher Jeremy Jones]

Asher's head slowly turned to look at Bryn. Her eyes penetrated him like a knife. They were fiery like hot ambers coming from a fire, and calm yet they were hiding something. He suddenly realized how much he overreacted. Slowly his hands unclenched and his jaw relaxed. 

Asher put the book aside and sat back resting his elbows on his knees. He hung his head and said with a somewhat tired voice. I know, you're right. And I know that I should get over it or passed it or whatever, but I-I just can't. I don't know if you can understand that or not. It's just...you have no idea.

Bryn was so easy to talk to, it seemed and not like the other Slytherins' who had mercilessly picked on him. Still he couldn't bring himself to trust her completely. He could never really trust anyone. They'd always let him down or disappoint him. After awhile he just found it easier and less painful to just not have people close to him. But how he craved the affection. He wanted someone who he could be close with and have that sort of relationship but he could never bring himself to get that attatched to someone.