Ever since he had gotten to his small room, Ash had a question that kept nagging at his brain. 'Was that the only reason I saved May? That didn't want to run from others who were suffering?' Ash knew that that was the original reason, but now he wasn't sure whether or not it was the reason, or a reason. Ash had no idea why, but he honestly didn't want to hold a grudge against May for long. It wasn't really any important feeling, only something faint – it wasn't as much attraction so much as a slight forgiveness. It confused Ash, not because he wanted to forgive – he was the type of person to forgive pretty easily – but more because he felt he had to.
However, he just shrugged it off in the end, after he got a headache thinking about it. No matter what though, he would not forgive May Maple or her friends for the emotional pain that they'd put him through. At least, not as easily as he would any other thing.
He then realized, after some thinking, that he had some questions for her, questions that involved a certain purple-haired creep who goes by the name of Harley.
May sighed, still thinking over what had happened. Or at least, all that she could remember. 'All I did was snatch the last piece of chocolate from him. It wasn't even a big deal! How was I supposed to have known that Harley was drunk and was also the unofficial leader of a street gang? It wasn't my fault. Then, I passed out in an alley that I was cornered in from running too much. I remember that. And apparently, that liar came and saved me, acted like a hero…I really doubt that, Drew probably came and helped and then that Ketchum guy took the credit like the asshole he really is.'
May was shaken out of her thoughts from the worried and slightly scared tone her brother was using to call her name. She glanced at him in confusion, before her hand started to hurt. She looked down at her curled fingers and realized what happened. While she was caught up in her own thoughts about that faker, she had balled up her fist in a sudden burst of anger.
May gave him a sheepish smile. "Sorry Max. I was just thinking about Alf or whatever his name is and got mad." Max seemed puzzled.
"Huh? You mean Ash, right? Why'd you get mad thinking about him? He saved your life, didn't he?"
"No he didn't! I don't believe it!" Max was startled by his sister's outburst and took a subconscious step back. Then he sighed.
"Well, okay then…" He replied nervously. "Anyway, the reason I came up to you is because I had to tell you that lunch is ready."
May flashed a genuine smile at him. "Thanks Max. And sorry I acted the way I did." Max nodded silently and left to the table to eat.
Ash groaned as the younger children ran up to him, asking for various things. His half hour break had been over for a while now, and he was in charge of the whole orphanage, being the oldest one. He sighed. 'How do I even survive this?' He questioned himself. It was true though; Ash had been the one to teach himself how to fight to better protect himself and, more importantly, other innocent people. He never spoke much unless he had to, preferring to instead let his mind wander and think. He also singlehandedly cared for at least 20 others, with no help whatsoever.
'I'm glad that I at least ended up in a place where I can help others and they can try to enjoy themselves.' Ash thought with the slightest hint of a smile gracing his face.
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