106 days after dawn
Ashley sent me a letter a few weeks ago. I haven't opened it. I assume it's an apology. But it doesn't end the way I want it to. She told me, she doesn't want to be with me.
I've moved on. I know it's not healthy to be hung up on a girl who you spent one of the most traumatic experiences of your life with. I don't dream of her at night, I don't think of her during the day. Only every once in a while does she cross my mind.
Except for today. I woke up, and I wished she was next to me. I went to grab coffee, and I imagined her sitting across the table from me. I went to class, and I dreamt she had her nose in a book behind me.
I deleted her contact off of my phone and tore off the return addresses that lingered on her strawberry-scented letters. I thought I could have a fresh start. I thought I could get over her.
But I can't.
I did for a while, or at least, that was the illusion. But the truth is, I will never stop loving her.
An: The end is near. Like, five minutes away. Posted the second I finish proof-reading. Pinkie promise.
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One Letter (Chrashley fanfic)
Hayran KurguChris and Ashley haven't seen each other since that night on the mountain. Even on the helicopter, they didn't speak. No one did. No one has, even Mike and Jessica. All it takes is one letter.
