"i feel dehydrated," ashton says when we enter the train station. he wraps his arms around himself, "and i feel like my balls are going to freeze off."
i look up at him, "seriously? you had four bottles of water and two glasses of orange juice."
"yeah... i'm going to head to the vending machine." ashton says before walking off. i awkwardly stand by the women's bathroom watching strangers pass by. something inside me feels a bit empty now being alone. it's like i constantly need someone beside me to feel all right.
"el?" a familiar irish accent snaps. my whole body freezes up.
