The hospital let me out early, they said I was doing alright. I just needed to take my anxiety pills more often.
I walk out the door alone while Ashton talks to the doctor to see what he can do to help me.
What a sweet boyfriend.
I go to my car and take out my keys and press the button for my car door to unlock. I open the door and stopped for a moment. I felt someone watching me, must be my paranoia. I step inside the car and put the keys in and instantly turn on the heater. Damn. It is cold. I wrap myself tightly in my jacket and breathe into my hands. It must be 8.4°, that's the coldest temperature in McCarthy, Alaska.
I see Ashton walking outside the door, crying. Is he okay? I open the car door and ran up to him and hugged him tightly.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
Ashton wipes his tears and replies with a "nothing". I roll my eyes and got back into the car, I watch Ashton enter the car. We get our 'safety belts' on and I start the ignition. I back out of the parking lot and headed down the road.
...
Halfway down the road to home, there is a red light. I arrive to the light and pressed the brake pedal and turn to Ashton.
"Ashton, I am worried. Tell me, what is wrong?" I concernedly ask.
He ignores me. Great. Ain't I special? Apparently, I am not. I start to overthink, am I worthless to him? Why was he crying? Is it about me? Is he cheating on me and he is crying over a different break up? What is going on?
"Jacob..,"
What did he say? He was too quiet, I couldn't hear him.
"What'd you say?"
"Jacob...I need to tell you something." He turns to me with tears in his eyes.
Shit. Green light.
I stepped on the gas pedal and gripped the wheel harshly.
What does he need to tell me?
"And, what is that?"
"Babe...my sister *sniffs* she is..gone." He starts to cry again.
His sister? She is only 16, she had one more year to move and shit. What happened?
I place my hand on Ashtons thigh and rub my thumb softly against it.
"It's okay, trust me, everything will be okay. I promise."
Ashton's sister, Lilly, she is a nice girl. Lilly is only 16 years old, she looks a lot like Ashton. It scares me sometimes, I don't want to be rude and asked how she died. I do not want to see my baby so hurt, he is right now, but I am glad he is cleaning up his act. I am hurt too. How would you feel if your lover was weeping on your shoulder and holding onto you tightly asking if reality is real? Honestly, you would.
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Million Paper Cuts
RandomI take a minute to just look at him. He really is gorgeous. His messy, black hair, just long enough to cover his forehead, and his perfect blue eyes seem to sparkle in the light. I start to think about how well our bodies would fit together. I wrap...
