No Man's Land

Is that...

Richelle  POV - On the plane next to Ashley

I am listening to Mine and Noah's duet song, smiling as a few silent tears fall on my face.
"Rich, are-" Ashley begins. The smile instantly wipes off my face and I snap at her.
"Don't call me that." She nods slowly. "Sorry, it's just only Noah and I had lots of nicknames for each other. You just reminded me of a memory and," she looks at me and I sigh. "I am sorry." She smiles and accepts my apology.
"Hey can I see the photographs you have." Ash asks me.
I take the one of Noah and I (1st photo) and the TNS squad and hand it to her.
She looks at the 1st photo and says.
"You would make a great couple." I smile at her and she laughs. "You like him." I nod slowly and end up frowning. I wipe it away when I see her staring at the TNS photo, eyes tearing up.
"Ash- Ashley are you okay?" I whisper as I touch her shoulder. She points at someone in the photo, I look closer and realise it is West.
"Is- Is that West?" She breathes out, her voice cracking as she stares at me. I nod in confusion.
"He's my brother." She says before crying. I hug her and other people stare at us. I glare at them and they look away.
She moves away and weakly smiles.
"You don't look alike." I whisper loudly.
"He is adopted. I made him believe I was adopted because West is very sensitive but he hides it behind his personality that I love." She answers back. I grab the photo frame off her and open it up. There are a pile of photos before I reach the TNS one. (She has stored all her photos in both photo frames)
I find the photo I am looking for and place it in the frame. I pass it to her and she laughs. The photo was West saluting. "You know, West always saluted me when I told him to do something." I grin at her as she is not crying anymore. "He was always weird but wise." She hugs the photo and places it in her backpack. She falls asleep a while later which gives me the perfect opportunity to do what I have been wanting to do. I cry.

I am sorry TNS, I am sorry for leaving, I am sorry for getting pregnant. I am sorry for being a disgrace. I am sorry Emily for not being the dance captain. I am sorry Skylar for both of us not going to A-troupe together. I am sorry West for finding your sister like this. I will take care of her no matter what. I am sorry Jiley for making silly faces making them annoyed. I am sorry Miss Kate for not comimg the dance you want me to be. I am sorry Michelle for the criticism I gave you. I am sorry Phoebe for not finding my inner zen. I am sorry Theldon  for  not helping you find sweet spots. I am sorry Cierra for getting jealous. I am sorry Amanda for not believing you at first when you actually became good. I am sorry Giselle for not being the being the best acro dancer I could be. I am sorry Stephanie for wanting to take your place in A-troupe... But most importantly, I am sorry, Noah for leaving you, my best friend, my other half, the one I fell in love with by himself probably tearing himself apart in our secret hideout...
I take in a sob racking breath and carry on crying. I begin hyperventilating so I run to the rest room. I hear a soft knock on the door. Thinking it is Ashley I open the door slowly. Instead it is an old lady with a warm smile.