In Andrew's green pupils, Ashley saw her own reflection. Her purple eyes were filled entirely with reliance on him, and she thought that she could never leave Andrew again.
When she was little, Ashley had tried dropping honey onto ants. Back then, she had smiled happily, thinking it was great fun, and had even wondered what it felt like to be an ant.
Now, she could probably understand how those ants had felt back then—it must have been like being wrapped in honey from head to toe, sweet and sticky, unable to move her feet away even if she tried, her soul probably drowning in him.
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