empire.

chapter five.

ashton pov.

after;

I don't know how i didn't notice it.

It was happening right in front of me, yet I was too blind to see it.

She was always writing letters. She would finish one and put it in an envelope, then stick it in a shoebox.

She was slowly becoming more and more distant.

Not talking as much, not making meals.

It wasn't that i expected her to cook for me, but she loved it. She would force me to go to the store almost every day for something because she wanted to cook something new.

She hadn't sent me to the market in three weeks.

She even quit her damn job.

It was because

"The people there aren't happy. I can't work somewhere where there's no happy."

I'm sitting on our bed right now.

My bed I should say.

All of her clothes are gone, but her red flannel wasn't. It smelled like her still. Her expensive perfume and lavender, courtesy of her lavender scented shampoo & conditioner. The conditioner is gone, though the shampoo remains.

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this is a little bit of ashton showing his sense of remorse because she's gone and he thinks he could've stopped her from leaving.