Flashback Three

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Diana's POV


*Friday, 25th of March, 2007*


It was a cloudy day. A storm was just around the corner. The sky had streaks of grey and blue, and I could hear faint rumbling from the clouds.


Today was the day. The day that he was going to leave me. But I would later learn that this wouldn't be the first and last time.


Ash and I were helping put the cardboard boxes into the trunk of the car. It took me a lot not to cry just being near him, and I'm not a crier. 


"Thank you for the help, Diana dear," Ashton's mother said.


"No worries, aunty. I just wanted to help to make it easier for you," I smiled forcefully.


I didn't know where Ash went off to so I just went home. I knew that I only had a couple hours left to see Ash for what I thought would be the last time, but I needed to get this ugly cry out of my system. I didn't want to turn into a puddle in front of everyone. I preferred to be by myself when I did that.


I reached my room and shut and locked the door before proceeding to curl up into a ball and cry into my pillow.


After what seemed to be a solid hour of crying, I heard a knock on the door.


"Who is it?" I croaked.


"Diana, are you okay? You've been in there for an hour?" Ash asked. He sounded worried.


"I-i'm fine. But that didn't answer my question," I huffed, fixing my face before getting up and walking to the door.


"Fine, it's Ashton. Now can I come in?" he asked.


"Yeah, let me unlock the door first," I answered, unlocking the door.


As soon as I opened the door, I was enveloped in a hug. It took me a second to register what was going on, but as soon as I realised, I hugged him back tightly. I didn't want to let go. 


I felt tears pricking the back of my eyes. I bit my lip, hoping to stop the tears.


"I don't want to go," Ash whispered into my hair.


"I don't want you to go," I whispered into his jumper. 


We hugged for what felt like eternity, but when we let go, it didn't feel long enough. We both sat on the edge of my bed. 


"Diana, I-"


"Ash, it's okay," I forced a smile. 

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