A Love Trap

After the events of that day, Ashley and Andrew seemed to be in a cold war, similar to the one they once had.

Even though they looked okay, they both knew in their hearts that there was a problem in their relationship.

They seemed to have gone back to the same cautious, doubtful emotions they had experienced when they first started dating.

In fact it was even worse than the first time.

They were keeping something in their hearts, that no one was willing to speak out about first. They watched with bated breath, hoping the other party would break the silence.

At 10 o'clock in the evening, when Ashley had finished cleaning up, she took one more look at her sketch book and decided to go to sleep.

Taking a glance beside her, the space on the bed was still empty. It had been the same for a few nights now. Andrew hadn't been sleeping there since the beginning of the spat.

As she lay down, bitterness gripped her heart. The rims of her eyes hurt, a stream of tears flowing down her cheeks. If they continued to act like this, they would break up sooner or later.

Weren't they the same people who had once deeply loved each other?

How on earth had they come to this point?

She had gotten used to having Andrew sleep by her side. Now without him, she struggled to catch sleep, staying wide awake for a long time into the wee hours of the night.

Inwardly, her head was whirling with anxious thoughts. Even when she finally drifted off to sleep, troubling dreams added to her misery, robbing her worn-out soul of much-needed rest.

A few hours after she had fallen asleep, the door to the bedroom opened quietly.

In the dim light, Andrew walked in—a tall silhouette, shuffling as if he was struggling with indecision. For a moment, he stood by the bedside, listening to Ashley's soft breathing and wishing they could iron out their differences as soon as possible.

He had just taken a shower and was wearing pajamas. Upon entering the room, he went straight to bed and lay down slowly beside Ashley. After a few minutes, he snuggled up to her and put his right arm around her.

After watching her for a few minutes, he noticed her sleep was somewhat restless.

'What can I do with you?'

It was not that Andrew wouldn't come back or he wouldn't like to sleep with Ashley here.

It was just he was scared. He knew Ashley wanted to do everything good to Ron and probably she liked him. How could he allow the woman he loved to be so close to another man? That was unacceptable!

and bull-headed, neither of them willing to admit

he couldn't stand it anymore, he decided to come back to the house, even though they

doing anything else, and tonight, he wished it could get better. But if they couldn't change a thing,

in and slept by her side. Then in the morning, he'd

spite of the cold war, he didn't want her to go to work

when Ashley woke up in the morning, she always reached her hand to touch the side of bed where Andrew

illusion that she felt

'It is impossible!

place is warm, when I know he hasn't slept there

over to that side accidentally

got up, went to freshen up, and then had breakfast, before she went to

sitting inside, with his eyes hooked to the

fingers were clicking

which he typed was something of

nice to just look at him

But...

eyes away after staring for a while.

It only added to her dilemma to see how handsome he was.

her eyes were still transfixed. When she realized he was looking at her with an unreadable

and

as if the air had

a secluded place a dozen meters away from the

happened to meet

got out of the

she walked away, Johnny felt a pair of cold

his hands on the steering wheel, he shook

eluded him. 'What the hell have I

cursory words of

One sentence only!

be so petty and

know what Johnny

cold and expressionless as in the past couple of days. It

doesn't even bother