The Unpredicted Ascendance Of Ashton Pearce

VISITOR AT NIGHT

Ashton sat alone in his house, the stillness of the somewhat quiet night was broken only by the rhythmic ticking of the grandfather clock in the living room. The peacefulness should have soothed him, but instead, it filled him with an unease of some sort which he simply couldn't shake off. The conversation with Elizabeth earlier that day, their laughter over delicious Korean ramen, and then tge heartwarming chat with Angel that followed had settled him briefly, but now, with the dark shadows of night creeping in, it was indeed a different kind of tension that had settled in his chest.

His mind wandered back to all the complications that awaited for him—Rebecca, Theron, Myles all of them—and how they’d managed through time to weave their way back into his life. The calm from earlier seemed distant now. He got up from his couch and poured himself a glass of water as he hoped that the cool liquid would clear his head at least. 

Ding-dong.

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