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(Skipping morning routine)

When I got to the Starbucks it was empty. Well, almost empty. I heard faint sounds and as I got closer to our usual seat, I could see Ashton sobbing. He looked really embarrassed. He wiped his tears with his hands and drew in a sharp breath. "I'm sorry. I promised myself that I wouldn't be so emotional.
I held my hand in his hand, looked at him with empathy, and said:"Tell me everything."
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"It happened on a cheery summer day. Completely wrong weather for the story, I'm afraid." He paused to shut his eyes for a moment and smiled. "I was around 12, and was all interested into dating girls. My mom thought that I was way too young, and that I should wait until I was at least 14 to start dating. But I was a rebellious kid, and went on my first date anyway. It was with a girl who had straight strawberry blonde hair, and bright green eyes. She was considered the prettiest girl in the class, and I definitely agreed with that rating. I was going on dates with her for around 3 months. I wanted her to meet my parents. She was hesitant, but she agreed. I brought her to my house for dinner, and she met my parents. My dad thought she was a really nice girl, but my mom thought that something was off about her.

I got into major fights with my mom about her. We fought on and off for an entire month. The last time I saw her, was after a fight. The last thing I said to her was: "Why don't you just die?!? I HATE YOU." Even after that, she told me that she loved me, and that she was looking out for me. I convinced myself that she hated me, and that I hated her. While she was driving to pick me up from school, a stupid drunk driver got into a car accident with her. She died. And the most ironic part of the story is that the girl was actually just using me to make her ex jealous. It worked, and she dumped me immediately. I wasn't interested into dating anyone until I met you. Today is the anniversary of the day she died. And I really wish that I could have apologized to her, listened to her advice, and I really hate the fact that the last thing I ever said to my mom was that I hate her. I never told anyone this story, but I can trust you. Right?"
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"Of course you can trust me. I'm really sorry for your loss. But Ashton, you can't beat yourself up for a mistake that you made as a kid. You need to know that, in the end, you know you loved your mom. Your mom knew that you loved her, she loved you too. She knows that you were just a kid and that you can make mistakes. So I really doubt that she actually believed you when you told her that you hated her. Again, I'm really sorry for your loss, Ashton." I said.
He smiled at me. He said: "Can I get a hug?"
"Anytime" I said, pulling him into a hug.
I thought for a moment, and decided that I should tell him the story of how my dad died.
"You know... I lost a parent too." I said, drawing in a shaky breath.
"Are you ready to tell me..." Ashton asked, implying that if I wasn't ready to share the story, I could have more time.
"I've waited enough. And since you trust me, I trust you equally." I concluded.
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"My dad was a doting father and he supported me in everything I did. He was really nice to me and I admired him for his attitude towards everyone. He was really healthy except for the fact that he smoked cigarettes a lot. We all begged him to stop, and I could tell that he really tried to. But he couldn't do it. I kept on trying to convince him to stop, because I knew nothing good would come out of it. Then, he got diagnosed with lung cancer. He didn't make it. He just left us, all because of cigarettes. He died when he was 42. Pretty damn young, if you ask me. I was a ninth grader, and I made a promise to myself to never smoke cigarettes. Sadly, last year, I smoked ONE cigarette to act cool and I got caught. Everyone was ashamed of me. They called me a hypocrite. I never smoked once again after that."
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"Wow Ashley I had no idea, I'm so sorry." Ashton said, because I burst into tears
"It's fine..." I said, trying to calm myself down.
This time, Ashton pulled me into a hug that lasted longer than it should have had.
When we finally stopped hugging, I was okay.
We sat in relaxed silence, not a sound except for the rain pouring down on the ground.
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Longer chapter this time
It's so much fun writing this (that sounded mean I'm not a monster I promise)Thanks for reading, let me know what you think about this chapter and what you think should happen next. Don't be a ghost reader please hit that green star. I'll probably update sometime next week. See you next time
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Edit 1/12/2018: shaksosyskapso i wrote this part to add drama bc I thought that my story was too boring I'm sorry. what the hell were you thinking past layan smh.