Together We Will Be Unbroken! (Andley)

It's All just Smoke And Mirrors

Ashley's POV

I never expected him to be this bad. I only want to help him and I can't do that anymore because he blocked me out. If I speak he doesn't hear. If I sing he doesn't listen. If I ask him a question he doesn't answer. I feel invisible to the person i want to help just now. I thought we were getting somewhere but I realise that we have been taking a couple steps backwards.

Maybe I shouldn't have told him to remember their best and worst moments together. He might not have fallen back into this depressing mood once again but I can't change what happened. I have to work from my own mistakes and find a different solution. A solution that will help him get better.

I sit in the Livingroom area, listening to Andy's favourite songs. They aren't really my taste but I still listen to them because they remind me of the old Andy. The Andy we need back. Even if it takes me forever I will get that Andy back because he deserves it. He never deserved to have his heart broken or end up a mess. He deserved a loving person who would never break him and a nice place where he could be normal and have fun. He deserves so much more than this.

The smell of cigarette smoke fills my nostrils making me cough violently. I don't smoke so the feeling of smoke entering my lungs burn. I quickly stand up, trying to get out to escape the dangerous gas that is making its way through the room. I run towards the open front door and burst through it. Instantly I can taste the fresh air on my tongue and feel the clean oxygen making its way through my burning lungs. I continue to take deep breaths as I attempt to clense my lungs of the harmful substance.

I look at Andy who stood there, holding a lit cigarette to his mouth as if it was his last one ever. Looking down I see dozens of cigarettes lying on the ground around him, some still burning slightly and almost all of them only half finished. I stare at Andy in shock as he drops the half finished cigarette on the ground before taking another out of his jeans pocket and lighting it.

I could only watch in shock and horror as he raised it to his mouth. I knew Andy smoked but he never was this bad. He had started quiting them because Juliet didn't like it and he was doing really well for a couple of months. Never was he this bad though. At this rate he was going to kill himself. I couldn't let that happen.

Standing up I walk up to him and take the cigarette out of his hand, dropping it on the ground. His eyes finally saw me and he stared at me, anger raging within his blue eyes. I stood my ground though. I wouldn't let him waste his life away because of her. I wouldn't let him destroy his lungs with the addictive cigarettes.

I watched as he took another one out of his pocket and try to light it but before he could I took that one from him as well. His blue eyes glaring at me as if I was the problem, not these stupid addictive killing things.

"Ashley. Give me it." He spoke, his voice colder than ice.

"No. I won't let you waste your life away. I won't let you give in." I tell him, my voice filled with determination.

"I need it. I need to get rid of this pain and they are the only things that can stop it. I need them Ashley." His eyes show his desperation, his voice telling me his pain.

"There are other ways to get rid of the pain Andy. Smoking will only make it worse, not better." I whisper.

I watch him sink into a depressed state worse than his previous one. His eyes turn glassy as he starts to cry, the tears slowly pouring down his red cheeks. I can't help but wonder, as I look at his broken form, if Andy is gone forever. No! Remove that thought! Andy will come back to us. He has to.

I reach forward to hug him and even though he doesn't fight back I feel him tense up. I don't care though. I don't care that his tears stain my shirt or that I am still holding his cigarette. All I care about is making sure Andy is alright and that he gets out of this depressing state.

A while later I hear Andy's light snores alerting me to the fact that he has fallen asleep. Without thinking I carry him inside and put him into his bed, pulling the covers over him so he doesn't get cold.

Walking back into the livingroom, I pick up my phone that was lying on the dirty couch. I need help, I can't help Andy by myself. Somehow I will end up making him worse and I want to avoid that. I need the one person who always knew what to do in a situation like this. I scroll through my contacts searching for their name to appear. Soon I find it and hesitantly I press the call button and bring the phone up to my ear. Waiting as the sound of beeping counts down until the moment they pick up.

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