A small twinge of relief ran through him when she stopped, but left just as quickly as it had surfaced. She only stopped because she was reading your mind. Kipp broke his eyes away from hers, to stare down at the ground. A claustrophobic feeling building in his chest. He wanted to hide how he was feeling, it was safe to not have anyone know how he really felt. With her he didn't have that option. She just automatically knew. He didn't know how to filter what he was thinking. That was his own space to figure things out, it didn't always keep him from saying something stupid, but for the most part kept him from saying anything he'd regret.(It’s fine)
Suddenly, Ashira stopped, hating herself even more. “I’m sorry too,” she sighed, turning around. “After this, we need to stay together even more. I let my emotions get the better of me.” She ran her hand through her long hair, the waves hanging limply, as if they were exhausted.
"Ashira, I... I need a minute. Can you give me a minute?" He asked trying to contain the anxiety that was welling up inside.