Cristian pulled himself back up and perched on the bonnet of the car when he heard Ashly's voice. He fought the desire to get in his car and drive away, despite his strong desire to do so.
She's going to marry you. You must learn to deal with bad situations and make them work. You can't simply run if things don't seem good.
As a result, he chooses to stay. He sat with his heels on the bumper and his elbows on his knees, looking at his hands. His tears had dried, but his eyes were still swollen and red. He hoped they didn't appear as awful as they felt.
The faint click of Ashly's high heels on the ground signaled her approach. Cristian raised his head. The mild breeze ruffled her black hair, causing tiny strands to drift across her face, which she brushed away with her fingers absently.
