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Ashu Davies sobbed, lowering her head, and Laksh Wilson held her tightly in his embrace. "I'm scared. Tell me what I should do." He closed his eyes tightly, holding her even tighter. She buried her face in his wide, wet chest, and he gently stroked her hair. "Don't cry. Tell me what's on your mind. Talk to me." Ashu Davies raised her head, tears glistening in her eyes. "I can't do this anymore. Please forget what happened that night and let's go back to how things were." "Are you asking me to kill myself?" Laksh Wilson smirked, continuing to stroke her hair. "Why don't you try to understand?" "Why the hell don't you understand?" He was annoyed, and she took a step back. "Can't you see what I'm going through? You're my life. I'm begging you. Please... give me some time." He turned