Angels soaring.

Love.

Jason's pov
We finally woke up. I was still shocked about last night. I still felt guilty. I still felt dirty. I got off of Ashlee and let her take a shower. I got out of bed and sat on the edge. Deep down inside, I felt horrible. I felt like I had violated her. I didn't want to talk to anyone. She finally got out of the shower. She had a towel wrapped around her. Her hair was wet and in a bun. "Morning!" She said. "G'morning." I said. I got up and went into the shower. My boxers were falling down, but I didn't care. My hair was a mess, but I didn't care. I was only focused on why I felt like this. I took off the bandages on my arms. 23 scars, just like Ashlee's. This was the only thing that made me happy. We were equal now. We both had scars. We both had flaws. We weren't perfect. I took a shower and came out of the bathroom. Ashlee looked at me. "You're so perfect," she said. "Stop saying that." I mumbled. "Hey, what's wrong?" She said. "I'm fine," I lied. She stared at me for a long time, then looked back down. She went back to filing her nails. I felt even worse when I saw the expression on her face. She looked so hurt. I felt like I had done that to her. "I shouldn't have done what I did last night," I said to Ashlee. She looked up at me. "What do you mean?" She asked. "I mean, I feel like I hurt you." I scratched the back of my neck with a towel still wrapped around my waist. I went over and sat down next to her. "Jason, you definitely didn't hurt me." She said, still filing her nails. "I shouldn't have done that," I said again. I was so embarrassed. I felt dirty. I hated this feeling. "You made me feel many things, Jason," she said. "But hurt was not one of them." She got up and went into the bathroom to get deodorant. She came back out and sat on the bed. "But, you were so innocent." I said. Ashlee just laughed. "Innocent? Jason, what's wrong with you?" She said. Why was she laughing? I didn't find it funny. "Ashlee, you were like a little angel. You were so pure. When I did that to you, I felt dirty. I feel guilty." I looked up at her. She was chuckling. "Jason, you need to stop over thinking things!" She said. "Didn't I violate you in anyway? Didn't I make you feel-" she cut me off. "Jason, you made me feel loved, you made me feel happy, you made me feel everything good, all at the same time. You always do." I smiled.  I couldn't help it. She smiled. I guess she couldn't help it either. I loved her so much. She always made me feel special, like someone cared. She put on her deodorant and set it on the table. "Can I just hug you for a moment?" I asked. Ashlee looked at me like a was crazy. "Sure," she said. I got closer to her and hugged her. She brushed her hair. I was still hugging her. She looked around for the ponytail holder she just had in her hand. "It's over there," I said, still hugging her. I was clinging on to her arm like she always did to me. I felt safe by her. I didn't feel dirty anymore. I didn't feel guilty. For the first time in a long time, I felt like an angel, soaring though the air while clinging onto Ashlee's arm. I felt loved. I loved her.