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Ashton

i hovered over the number,
exit out,
no-
i'll do it.

and i was welcomed to a new screen,

hesitant,
nervous,
excited.

how did i end up here,
why had i decided,
the long way home.

it was almost fate to have seen her
in the thunderstorm.
helpless and alone,
in pain without cure.

and i wanted to tell her,
i wanted to assure her,
that her hazel eyes were gorgeous.

and her brown hair; although lazily thrown,
fell in ways i never thought i'd admire.

but my mind spoke in distance,
and i could only type so much.

Ashton
"did you get home safely? -Ashton"

Adelaide
"i'm still alive."

a/n

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you're loved,

-soph🌻

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