I never thought that I'd think a person was refreshing, and I'm not talking about that, 'I just took a drink of cold water after playing outside all day long' type of refreshing.
I'm talking about the feeling of fresh bedroom sheets that hug you in...
A/N; Hey y'all! So I've been busy working behind the scenes on my book, so rest assured we are far from over.
I do want to point out that this book will be as realistic as I can make it, so if things seem a little off, trust and believe it's for a reason.
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Ashton's pov
As I sat on the floor trying to calm down, my alarm went off signaling an hour had passed from the moment I began to cry. I felt so weightless and free, but I knew it would take more then just an hour to feel everything I've been putting off.
I quietly thanked Pops for giving me the strength to just sit in my mourning and truly bask in everything I've lost, even if it was for a short time. I've been so focused on being the bare minimum of "okay" that I truly haven't been for such a long time.
It's so exhausting to act like that all the time.
It felt so nice to finally release every worry, every lie, and every wish I'd been holding onto for the last five months. I was drained already and it was only nine in the morning.
I had scouted for a few things to do early this morning before I called Rell, and I while I hadn't chosen what I was going to do then. I knew there was only one thing I could possibly do now.
After I picked myself up from the floor and returned to the bathroom to fix my makeup, I check my phone and see Joliè had texted a few times. So instead of responding, I decide to head up to her room.
Rell was right in challenging me to be honest with myself. Am I going to pursue her for real, or let her think something is progressing, only to change my mind when we arrive home? I don't want to string her along, especially if I'm not willing to date her.
So I added that to the list of things to talk to her about, but first. Breakfast.
I grabbed my phone, room key, checked my face, and tightened my ponytail in the mirror one last time before making my way out of the room only to run right into Joliè's fist the moment I opened the door.
I yelp as I fall backwards grabbing onto my nose and the nearest object-which unfortunately happened to be Joliè "Oh fuck!" I shriek hitting the floor hard.
