four words [the fangirl ii - a.i]

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M I C H A E L C L I F F O R D

"She feels terrible about it." I told the guys because she was staring at Ashton for almost 24 hours already. Or should I say, glaring. She wasn't doing anything though, just staring, like her glaring eyes would make Ashton remember everything.

     No skin contact at all but Ashton would peek a look at her when he knew she wasn't staring. Just like teenagers who's trying to get a glimpse from their crush.

     Its been two days. Still had no improvement, no headaches to remember anything. Nothing. We've been switching schedules to watch Ashton and she wasn't his favorite.

     I heard them yesterday arguing, when I was on the hallway- to get in the room. I heard shouting but never of crying or sniffing.

     I wondered if Sarah was crying, too. Because this is so harsh for her. But there was no sign; no red eyes, no puffy eyes. She was a blank canvas.

     I hoped she was okay though. I always hope of that, from the very first time I laid my eyes on her.

L U K E    H E M M I N G S

"Hey, aren't you tired? Staying like this for hours." I sat beside her. I knew she wanted to rest, so bad, but she couldn't because she kept on thinking. "We know that you care, all of us here does care about him but he doesn't care."

     She turned her face, to me, it felt odd since she hasn't moved an inch when she sat here. "How could you even close your eyes that when you do, I could hear his voice from the other day? Saying who am I." She asked, near on crying but resisting. Her voice filled with fear, guilt and sadness. It was not my favorite sound.

     She was a very cheerful woman; intelligent but witty at the same time. Could get carried away sometimes but it was all fine. But today, she's a withered rose; brown and dead. "I know its hard. Real time," I said, chuckling, sad. A sad chuckle. "But you gotta take care of yourself while he can't remember you. I'm sure he wouldn't like that if he was himself. He's your husband."

"Is that right?", was all she had.

S A R A H    W E S L E Y

I could still remember praying to God. Telling Him that He could take away all the happiness in life I was supposed to have in the future, but pleasing to save Ashton.

     Maybe this was it. He was my happiness, so maybe He was taking it all away. He was taking Ashton away.

     From me.

     It was my shift again, 12 to 3 in the afternoon. Since I'm the one who has a lot of time and I was his wife. I should spend more time with him. Even if he doesn't recognize me. Even if he kept telling to get lost. That hurt. A lot.

     And here he was. Watching television, a Rizzoli and Isles episode. "Do you know that you once hated that show?"

     He turned his head with a sandwich on his mouth, but his eyebrows were furrowed, asking. "When you were leaving to L.A. It was the last day that we got to be together here and I wasn't paying attention to you because I was watching."

     "You ruined a good show for me then." Why did he always have to be this rude? It was making me sad.

     "You're more worth it than any television shows."

     "Can you please stop the cheesy easy stuff. Its making me uncomfortable." He said. For the first time since that night, he has spoken to me like the way he used to. The Ash I knew; the soft and gentleman Ashton.

    I did thumbs up.