The lighting in my room helped to hide the pale skin and dark, sunken eye bags. It hid the way my cheeks had sunken in, and it hid how skinny I've become.
Ashton's face suddenly appeared.
His curly, blonde hair went well with his dark green eyes although he was no match to my dear Luke.
No.
Not my.
You're not mine at all.
Not anymore.
"Luke hasn't come out of his room." Ashton stated worriedly.
I was worried to due to the tone of Ashton's voice.
Hell, I was too.
"Give the phone to him."
Ashton obliged.
I liked that he wasn't hard to get along with, unlike you.
You're the good kind though.
You always have been.
He called your name as he walked in, and you snapped at him.
Your voice sent chills down my spine as it always has. Oh how I love you.
I said your name after he handed the phone to you and left, and you said mine. Of course he had to tell you to take the phone.
Your accent faded since the last time we had actually talked, but it didn't make you any less attractive.
Your lights went on, and it became easier to see you.
Your blonde hair was pushed to the side, and you were styling a beginning beard.
Your dimples reached into your cheeks like bottomless pits, and I couldn't help but stare.
Adorable.
A black lip ring was wrapped around your lip.
I blurted that I missed you.
You missed me too.
