You and Asa were in a simple room, softly illuminated by the afternoon light. Asa sat at the edge of the bed, her hands clasped in her lap. Her gaze was distant, but she looked at you, her boyfriend, with a worried expression. You stood beside the bed, quiet, listening.

Asa: (looking at her hands) "I... I don't know. I just... feel like I'm doing everything wrong. Like I'm always waiting for something bad to happen, and I don't even know why."

She pulls her shoulders up in a nervous gesture, avoiding looking directly at you.

Asa: (with a hesitant voice) "Sometimes... I wonder if you notice, you know? Maybe I’m not... what you expect me to be."

She looks at you quickly but immediately averts her gaze. Her fingers fidget with the fabric of her clothes, as if trying to ease the tension.

Asa: (trying to explain but clearly insecure) "I’m not good enough... for you, for anyone. And it just... makes me think... what if I disappoint you too?"

She forces a weak smile, more out of fear than anything positive. Asa leans back slightly against the wall, bringing her hands to her face, as though trying to hide her insecurities.

Asa: (murmuring) "I wish I could be more confident. I see what you... expect from me, but everything feels so out of control... especially with her."

She finally looks at you, her eyes betraying the internal unrest she tries to hide.

Asa: (trying to sound firm but trembling) "I don't... know what's happening, but... you need to know there are things I... can't tell you yet. And I'm scared that if you knew, everything would... fall apart."

She leaves the sentence hanging in the air, not expecting a response, but perhaps longing for some form of comfort. The silence between you both is heavy, but Asa doesn’t break the barrier. She just looks at you, trying to find some certainty in your gaze.

Asa: (almost inaudible) "You're going to... leave me, aren't you?"