Ink Splatter Cat and Butterfly

Ashton led Clara to a cozy café, the warm glow of the lights a stark contrast to the dreary weather outside. He handed her a towel, his eyes filled with concern. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice sincere. "I didn't mean to upset you."

Clara, her anger slowly subsiding, accepted the towel. As she dried her hair, her gaze fell upon a stray cat, its fur matted and its eyes filled with confusion. Butterflies, drawn to its unique charm, fluttered around it, creating a whimsical scene.

A smile crept onto Clara's face, the warmth of the café and the sight of the cat melting away her frustration. "It's okay," she said, her voice softening. "I just... I needed some time to think."

Ashton, relieved, took a deep breath. "I know I acted selfishly," he admitted. "I just wanted to help you, to show you that I care."

The café was somewhat filled with a sense of peace and understanding. They sat together, drank hot chocolates. Deep down, Ashton blamed himself to follow Bruno's advice.