Infatuation

EPILOUGE

Villa's POV:

If I were to start again, from all over again, I'd gladly choose it again. I guess I was made for Ashton and I was made for all this to happen and maybe I was born to end all of this for sure.

I didn't realize until now how much Ashton would mean to me and the deadly thing was how much dependent or how much I had grown on him. 

"Any updates from the hospital?"A reporter shouted.

"Is that true that you were secretly married?" Another reporter shouted. Ashton placed his arm around my shoulder protecting me from the ocean of journalists and photographers. It was too much. If it wasn't for Alex, I might get pushed and pulled.

"Leave us alone!" Alex shouted.

"Are you pregnant?"

"How did it feel like dating Ashton knights?" a female reporter asked and I turned to her.

"What did you say?" I was tolerating this for six months now and today they had crossed the line.

"I asked, How did you feel when Ashton Knights was alive?"

"He is alive. He's gonna wake up soon! Did you hear me? I said... He's... gonna... wake up... soon!" I shouted.

"It's okay, It's okay... let's go!" Alex pulled me and soon I was pushed into the car. The voices which were echoed stopped as soon as the doors were closed.

"They're getting crazier and crazier every day!" I complained to Alex.

"Don't let them get you!" 

"I'm tired of this," I started tearing up. He pulled me into him and I hugged him tightly.

"I know, we just gotta hung in there." he stroked my hair. It had been six months now. Ashton went into a coma. I gave up my college. 

All I do was, I bathed in my apartment then the whole day I'd spent in hospital. I would either be with Ashton or be helping some patients. Hospital had become my second home now.

I wanted to end this. I still had hope that he'd wake up even though doctors had declared that he would die eventually, there was no hope.

The car came to halt and I didn't want to go out. I looked at Alex and he made a rave face. He got out and opened the door for me. We were at the airport. I was leaving for Italy. I was traumatized by the media and the accident the doctor recommended that I needed a vacation for my mental health. Which I had no choice but to obey because I needed to be strong for Ashton. Therefore I was going to Italy for five days with Gizelle, Victoria and their friends.

"Ashton would want this for you," he extended his hand and I hesitantly took it.

"Call me every day. Promise me to give every update" I said.

"I promise" he hugged me.

We pulled apart and he smiled sadly which I replied with a numb expression. For six months, I hadn't cried. I had just gotten numb. I couldn't eat, think or speak. I had lost 10 pounds. My hair was longer. 

"Bye!" I waved as he did the same and I felt for Italy - thinking I would come back stronger than this for Ashton.

POSITANO, ITALY

Italy has been my favorite and it would be forever. Standing alone on the balcony of my hotel wearing my pink nightgown, I tiredly sighed as I was mesmerized by the view of the beach. My friends were in their rooms, sleeping. I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to take it. Because there was no sign of Ashton. Ashton was dying. It had been three days now and I couldn't wait to be with him.