Ashton's POV
"God! What is wrong with me?" I mutter to myself on my way home. After seeing Avery cry I knew how much she meant to me. I knew I should've stood up for her. She's such an amazing person and she shouldn't have to go through this. Groaning, I pull on my hair thinking about how stupid I am putting my reputation before the girl I love. Knowing I can't go home like this I turn left instead of right to go to my favorite spot, the park.
Getting there I walk over to the swings sitting down on one thinking about the beautiful girl I'm in love with. Her long brown hair perfectly curled at the ends, her beautiful eyes that change depending on her mood, the little things she does, like when she's nerves she'll play with her fingers, or when she's concentrating she'll bite her lip. My daydreaming is cut short as I see somebody hurry across the playground to the bridge on the other side. As the person swings their leg over the edge I run quickly hoping to stop them before they go over. The drop is 400 ft.
"Hey! Stop!" I yell picking up speed as they swing their other legs over the ledge holding onto the rail. As I get there the person turns around. I gasp as I instantly recognize the person who was just about to kill themselves. My love. My baby. My angel.
Avery Grace Stevens.
