(*No Ones POV*)
Elizabeth kept her soft eyes locked onto David. He was confused. She could tell by the way his eyebrows were knitted together, they way his pink lips were pursed from, no longer a smile. She watched as his brown orbs darted between their hands, her and all around them. He didn't know what it meant, he didn't like it, she knew that.
"What.." David began before loosening his grip from her soft hands. Confusion. It's as if his entire future was on the line and more. It was a difficult concept to grasp as he wasn't entirely sure what she had meant by 'asexual.' What does it really mean? Did she not feel for him anymore? David sat still as he felt his chest tighten up at the thought. He couldn't be without Elizabeth. He loved her. His whole life was about and revolved around her. "What does that mean?" His voice squeaked out. He slipped his hand away from Elizabeth's and ran the palm of it over the rough wooden table. Everything seemed quieter and all he could hear was buzzing and the thoughts in his head about what he'd do without her. 'Asexual means you're attracted to no one, right?' He pondered in his head.
A smile crept onto Elizabeth's face. He was afraid, he was afraid she didn't want to be with him. She smiled because his idea of the term was going to make breaking the news that she never wanted to have sex with him a whole lot easier. "David, it just means that I'm not into the whole idea of being sexually active. It isn't something I'm attracted to and it's not something I want to be apart of," her small voice spoke. She reached across the beaten up table to take ahold of his hand once more, running her thumb over the bumps that were his knuckles. "I'm still with you, I just don't want to, you know," she finished, becoming suddenly shy at the word sex.
A big sigh of what seemed to be relied puffed from David's mouth as he fell back into his chair, looking up at the high ceilings. Thank whatever was good and or holy. He thought he'd just experienced heartbreak, and he wasn't pleased by the scare. His eyebrows raised once again, remembering the thought about children. What about children?