Chance Meetings?

Chapter 11-Chance Meetings

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Chapter 11

Em's Pov

I woke up at four in the morning, this becoming a common occurrence now when I was trying to sleep. My mind needing it so badly so I could keep my eyes open during College, but my body and heart still pumping with astound adrenaline.

I stare at the ceiling, not blinking from the same shock I had been experiencing every second night now. “Please get some sleep tonight” my father had told me, with concern. Kind of hard when I’m getting these haunting dreams and feelings… first I’m in this kind of forest where there are so many shadows towering over me, and all I feel is panic. But then I see familiar people and they hurt me every time differently. So I get this small ache in my chest every time because it’s always the same person at the end.

Ashton.

I shiver as my body cools back down, and pull the blanket over my shoulders to my chin. ‘Damn it!’ I whisper hoarsely. Damn it, damn it, damn it! knotting my hands together under the covers.

I blink rapidly in an attempt to clear the memories, but they won’t stop!

The memory of when we were first going out more than half a year ago, comes forward. ‘Strawberry or banana?’ Ash was trying to guess my favourite ice cream flavour, as we waited to be served. I shake my head with a clear memorable smirk on my lips. ‘Toffee? Chocolate!’ he asks, sure it would be the latter. My laugh rings through the images I was seeing behind my eyes. ‘Vanilla? Bubble gum? Cherry? Watermelon?’ with each flavour he guessed I shook my head, as he continued to roam the selection with his eyes. ‘Coffee? Hazelnut? Caramel!’.

‘Then which one?’ he says defeated, as my answer is yet again a shake of the head. ‘You suck’ I acknowledge with a chuckle, before pointing to it right down the other end of the refrigerated box. ‘Caramelized white chocolate ice cream, down by the mixed selections’ I tell him. ‘How was I supposed to guess that one?’ he asks and I laugh. ‘You weren’t… I have to keep you guessing’ smiling up at him.

He gives a grunt, but then laughs circling his arm around my shoulder. Pulling my body flush to his side with affection. ‘I swear… you’re so different from all the other girls’ his brow furrows for a moment as I look up to him again. ‘You better say that’s a good thing, or I might just shoot you with my dad’s rifle back at home’ I say in mock seriousness. He grins. ‘It’s a damn good thing’ he breathes against my lips, before taking them with his in a kiss I had long forgotten he was capable of.