#asher: thread.

it would be easier if he did, he thinks. maybe if he hated her, there wouldn't be a gnawing feeling in his chest any time he looks at her, wouldn't feel so alone when he realizes he can't turn to her for anything anymore, both the good things and the bad. in the beginning, olivia hadn't wanted to become anything more, afraid of what would happen to their friendship if it all went wrong—too late, asher realizes he should have listened. “i don't hate you.” he doesn't even not-love her, but that thought isn't welcome here, not when he's still trying to see her as just a friend again. “i don't think i could ever hate you, liv.”