untitled | ashton i. ☼

e i g h t.

later, we spent a lot of time arguing on the phone.

i spent a lot of time crying

and he spent a lot of time feeling guilty.

I ran into him where he worked during his break one day

and his hair was short

he didn't touch me.

his voice was still soft,

but different.

his lips were still chapped

but he didn't laugh

or think it was cute when i stuttered because i was nervous.

his eyes weren't as bright as they used to be

they were dark from sleepless nights

and he didn't smile when he saw me.

he didn't seem happy to see me at all.

he didn't stop me when i began to cry and walk away.

he didn't tell me he missed me too.

i just stood there

shaking

vulnerable.

he didn't seem to be the same person before

and i felt like it was all my fault.

thats what keeps me up at night,

wondering,

where i went wrong.

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One more chapter to go yay