Don't Let The Past Define The Future

Asher tilted his head slightly, an intrigued smile playing on his lips, "What do you want to talk about?"

Rowena looked down, her hands resting on the carved desk, "It's just... have something happened, Ash?"

His brows furrowed at her vague question, "Nothing happened," he replied, shrugging nonchalantly, "I don't understand. What are you asking about?"

Rowena closed her eyes for a brief moment, considering her words. She wanted to ask him why they had been spending less time together for the past few months. 

Why their shared painting classes had dwindled and why the magic of their bond seemed to have dimmed and been replaced by something that made her feel as if he was slipping away from her hands.

But she couldn't voice her concerns outright. And so she sighed, "You just seemed to be quite busy recently."

Understanding dawned on Asher's face, but he didn't want to admit the truth to her, which was gnawing at his heart.