promise ⇢ ashton irwin {au}

eight: rest

CHAPTER EIGHT:

| ashton’s pov |

I looked at the clock placed on the wall behind the doctor I was facing. It was almost ten o’clock in the evening. 

I didn’t think much of the colds and headaches I’ve gotten, even if I knew I had a tumor in my lungs. I was strong– that’s what I wanted to think.

But when I woke up and found myself here, I wasn’t right at all.

“For now, just rest,” the doctor advised, tearing a paper from his notepad and placing it on the table at my side. 

I nodded, not in the mood to disagree. It wasn’t that hard of a task to sleep, except maybe the thoughts of Charlotte, which never failed to keep me awake.

I miss her.

Maybe now, she was tired of reading of how much I wanted her beside me. It scared me, but it was only my thoughts.

I’d like to think that she wouldn’t get tired of that. Instead, she would do the same. She’d pester me with how much she misses me.

I wouldn’t mind one bit, if she did.

But she didn’t say much about how she felt, but she never failed to tell me that she loved me. That was enough for me, that made me feel her love. It helped me to smile, when I reread her letters.

Because I love her so much, and I’m sure I would never hate her.