What are you doing here?

         “We haven’t really talked since we…” Stevie trailed off.
         “Broke up?” Asia finished his sentence for him.
         “Yeah,” Stevie answered sheepishly. Asia pulled her hand through her hair, her hair falling all around her face.
         “Stevie, I figured there wasn’t much to talk about,” Asia told him shortly, re-stalking the shelves with tubes of oil paint.
         “Ow, that was a little harsh,” Stevie said in a joking tone.
         “You said it yourself,” Asia said pointedly.
         “Asia…” Stevie paused. He hadn’t seen her look so beautiful in weeks…but maybe that was because he was trying to get her out of his mind for the past two weeks. So far, all attempts had miserably failed and he found himself wanting to gather her in his arms and smother her lips with his.
         “Stevie, you broke up with me. I never asked you to,” her harsh tone soon turned into hurt. Stevie held himself back from his last feeling with what she just said. He had broke up with her. He had called it quits. If only he told her the real reason why. It was a stupid reason too. He came to that conclusion hours after he had left her at the scenic area by herself, and just before he found himself moping then getting jealous seeing her walk in the door with Duke. “Stevie, what are you doing here anyway?” Asia finally asked, a look of hurt growing on her face every second he stood there.
         “I just thought that maybe you’d want to know why I did what I did,” Stevie mumbled out. Asia couldn’t take it anymore, her eyes over-flowing as her back slid down the shelves. Her body began heaving with the force of her tears coming down her face, her sobbing uncontrollable
         “Get out!” she cried out harshly. “Just get out! I don’t care anymore! Haven’t you killed my heart enough as it is? Do you really want to see—see me like this?” She sobbed, a hiccup escaping as she tried to gasp a breath.
         “Asia…” Stevie tried again.
         “GO!” Asia hollered at the top of her lungs, casing Lucky to run to where she was.
         “What’s going on here?” Lucky questioned sternly. Stevie gave a blank stare as Asia sat on the floor, her head on top of her arms as she sat there weeping. “Stevie, I think you’d better go now,” Lucky told Stevie somewhat gruffly. Stevie stood there staring for a moment as Lucky tried to talk Asia up off the floor. Finally Stevie retreated outside.
         Would he have been able to tell her the reason he broke her heart that day anyway? He was so confused. All he had thought about was Asia for the past weeks. The fact that was even tougher on him was that she lived at HQ with him. Granted, she hid herself away from him, but he still thought about her all the time. He missed her desperately if only he hadn’t felt like it was too good to be true…
         All his life he had never had someone love him like Asia loved him. His mother died when he was very young, and his father was an abusive alcoholic who would beat on his sisters and treated other women like objects; slaves. He grew up fearing that if he was ever near a woman, he would turn into his father and he wished with every being of his fiber that that would never happen. When Asia came into his life, he didn’t know what to do. Sure, he’d had girlfriends, but Asia was so much different. Asia was something serious, something that, if he wasn’t so scared to, would be able to commit the rest of his life to her if she would take him. Stevie sighed as he sat on his bike and thought all of his feelings through.
         He had gotten scared after the first time they made love. He felt like he was pressing Asia to do something she wasn’t ready for, and that was what had scared him the most. His father would pressure women into things. He would pressure his sisters into stealing things, and lying, getting hurt. That was an all too powerful feeling, and one he didn’t want. Every time he was around Asia, he would get mixed feelings: feelings of love and caring, but feelings of want and desire as well. He was so afraid that his father was going to start showing up in him that he decided to let her go. He didn’t want to be responsible for any hurt he was going to give her. Unfortunately, he didn’t think of that before he pushed her away. Now she was so hurt, she couldn’t see him without bursting into tears.
         “I didn’t know if I could keep it under control!” Stevie practically shouted out to no one. He blew it all. Everything he had. He realized that he could have had a lifetime with her. He had heaven, he had perfection, and he let it all slip away. No, worse, he shoved it all away.
         He had no idea if he could get it all back again. He didn’t know if he could even sort through everything he was going through before he tried to get her back.