Ashton had enough of his parents. He grew tired of their constant argument and complaining.*

He stumbled out of his house and ran into the woods, not stopping until he felt like it. He was on the verge of tears, as keeping up the ‘strong masculine facade’ was hard.

He sat on a tree and thought, trying to catch his breath. That was, until he heard soft singing. He got up and followed the angelic voice to a stream, where he saw you, a beautiful goddess.