chapter 8

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The stars hung in the sky, I stared at them idly as Ashton laid his head against the log, finding his peace of mind. I couldn't help the silence take over me as I breathed in the chilly night air. Everything seemed to be at peace, everything was still.

"Meg, do you love me?" I looked down at Ashton, shocked to his sudden question. "Ashton, you know I love you, more than anything in the world." I said, keeping my eyes locked with his as a smile crept on his lips. "Then, there's something I wanted to ask you." He said, his voice deep and sincere, but a bit nervous.

I felt my heart leap in my chest, my eyes kept his, unblinking. I nodded my head yes, urging him to ask his question, sending chills up my arms. I love him, so so much. "Meg, your the only girl for me, and I believe that whole heartedly. Please, will you marry me?" He asked, and my whole world pause, completely stop before me. I held my breath, every second I waited to answer I could see more worry and determination in his eyes. "Yes..."

-CRACK-

I let out a scream as the clouds were drawn in, covering the moon of its light. I felt as if I were trapped in a cage, not able to move or speak. Ashton was still staring at me, as if nothing wrong is happening. I tried to speak, but my mouth wouldn't move, and when it did, it wasn't my words.

"There's better for you. I am a slut, I'm not your soulmate, and I'm not your princess. Furthermore, I do not love you." The words came out icy cold and hurtful, I tried to take it back but I couldn't. I couldn't even move my hands. I had lost complete control of my body.

Ashton looked at me, his face twisted with hurt and confusion and I wished I could cry. "What?" Ashton asked, my heart beating fast, and as if by force, my body cane back to me. It was so quick, the feeling hit me like a bolder on a pebble.

"I..." I tried to explain, to tell him that wasn't me, but my knees gave out, and Ashton let me fall. It was as if the energy had been nicked out if me, and I felt weary, growing more and more week by the second. "It wasn't me." I said, barely a whisper.

Then my sight left me to the the dark.

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