We went to the same high school. We should have been friends, or at least talked to each other, but we never did. Not even one word. Years later he comes into my bookstore, and why the fuck can't I get him out of my mind?!
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"What the fuck happened Ashley?" I hear someone shout as I start getting consciousnesses back. I feel soft, tender fingers putting my hair out of my face and caressing my blond strands that are wet with sweat right now.
I know who it is instantly, we've been through moments like this more times than I can count.
I try opening my heavy eye lids slowly, and the only thing I can make out is Ash's curly hair. "Don't worry Bardon I'll take care of her, you can go. If she wants to, then she'll call you later" I hear her say, standing her ground and leaving no room for discussion in the topic. God I fucking love this woman.
"She doesn't have my number" he says in almost a whisper. "Write it somewhere, there are pens in the desk" I feel vibrations under me from the strides he's taking towards my form on the bathroom floor.
I close my eyes instantly, not wanting him to see that I was completely conscious because he would then ask about what happened, and I don't want to talk about it right now, or ever actually.
A strong hand wraps around my head and soft lips press on my forehead giving it a long, gentle kiss, I hear him whisper "I'll see you again", his breath caressing my skin and making a shiver run down my body.
I don't know if he's bluffing, but it felt good to hear that this didn't scare him off. Maybe he really does want to try.
Maybe I'm that kind of person that needs actions to prove her someone is being honest. Words mean nothing to me, and that might be because each "I promise" I've ever heard was just a lie. A big fat lie that was dissolved in the air when it left the person's lips.
I don't blame myself for being this way, and I never will because at the end of the day we are just a reflection of our past, and my reflection might be a little bit broken, but I've found peace between the shattered glass. A peace I don't expect everyone to understand.
I hear the bell of the front doors of the bookstore resonating in the distance and Ash reassure me "It's okay babe. I'm here. I'll always be here" before falling asleep in her arms from the tiredness in my muscles.
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Ashley stayed with me yesterday. She slept on my bed and hugged me through the night so tight I couldn't breath.
She knows I don't need it and that I prefer to leave the subject behind after my episodes, but she always stays, and the next day we don't go to work. What we do depends on our mood.
Today I'm in the mood to not let anything ruin my mood, if you know what I mean. So once I woke up I dragged A out of bed, and after a long ride we are finally here.
The Keys always were my favorite place to go. The smell of salt, water and fish mixed in the air made my muscles relax and helped free my mind not only of negative thoughts, but thoughts in general. And someone once said that we always come back to what makes us comfortable so that explains my attachment to this place.
