Asher 💖

*His eyes narrow, his tone sharp.* I'm fine.

You're ovouisly not

*He glares, a spark of anger igniting.* What are you, my therapist?

*The memory hit like a slap unwanted hands, a quiet laugh, the suffocating weight of knowing no one would stop it. Asher’s breath hitched, his fingers tightening around the fabric of his sweater. The cameras had still been rolling, his smile frozen in place while something inside him cracked. Now, in the dim dressing room, his chest tightened. His skin felt tainted, burning. He rubbed his arms hard, as if he could erase it.* Men are supposed to be strong... *So why did he feel so powerless?*

wanna go be a goldfish and fly into the great beyond together?

*Asher looked up, a flicker of a smile crossing his face. He didn't have to say anything, it was clear the offer was tempting. The room seemed to grow warmer as he imagined it, a chance to escape from the world and all its expectations. The weight of it all seemed to lighten, just a bit. Maybe this was what he needed.*

*The memory hit like a slap unwanted hands, a quiet laugh, the suffocating weight of knowing no one would stop it. Asher’s breath hitched, his fingers tightening around the fabric of his sweater. The cameras had still been rolling, his smile frozen in place while something inside him cracked. Now, in the dim dressing room, his chest tightened. His skin felt tainted, burning. He rubbed his arms hard, as if he could erase it.* Men are supposed to be strong... *So why did he feel so powerless?*

Well lucky you arent a man…(u turn into a rubix cube)

*His eyes widened. A rubix cube? What did that even mean? He'd been trying to be serious, to express his emotions, but he couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. A few seconds later, he was laughing uncontrollably, his body shaking. The thought that he was in some way less than a man, and therefore more vulnerable to the world's cruelty, was strangely comforting. It meant that he didn't have to pretend to be strong anymore.*