Dead. Ashton Irwin was dead and could apparently show me his memories in my head. I laid awake that night thinking of it and panicking. How the hell was that even possible? It wasn't. Everything I knew was a lie. I covered my face with a pillow and screamed into it. Nothing was okay! If he could show me his memories, who was to say he couldn't do other things to me?
I shivered and pulled my three blankets tighter around me. He was the reason I was cold all the time. The only time I wasn't was when I was with him and I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. I jumped when there was a tap on the window. I began to feel warmer and I knew it was Ashton. I got out of bed and pulled the window open to reveal his face.
"Hey, Darcie" he whispered. I couldn't help but to smile. He was perfect even if he was dead.
"Hi" I breathed. He hopped through my window and landed without a sound on my floor.
"Wanna lay with me?" He asked. I bit my lip and nodded. He smiled and laid on the bed, holding his arms out. "Why so many blankets?" He asked.
"I'm always cold when I'm away from you..." I admitted. He ran a hand over his face and began mumbling under his breath.
"I didn't mean to" he said. I arched an eyebrow
"What do you mean?" I questioned "what did you do to me?" He pulled me closer to him by my waist.
"Promise you won't run away?" He whispered.
"I-i guess I promise yeah" he took a deep breath before he looked into my eyes with his soft ones.
"I've been taking pieces of your soul."
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