"Do you want to go for a run?" Ashton asked me, pulling me closer to his chest.
I shook my head into his neck. I didn't.
"Okay," Ashton comforted me as we listened for Blake, waiting for him to leave my house.
When I heard the door close, I let go. Sobs ran through every centimeter of me, making me shake.
I hate crying. More so in front of other people, but I couldn't hold it in anymore, and Ashton was a good guy.
"Shh," he breathes into my ear, pulling me up on his lap so he could rock me. I am so thankful for his comfort, he knows how.
I know it is physically impossible for a heart to break, but it felt so real. My heart was being poked with a hammer, being caressed with a needle. It is hurting so much. How does Taylor Swift handle this? She must be so strong to keep going after the multiple heartbreaks she has had.
I feel terrible for unleashing all of this on Ashton, but I am just so glad he is willing to hold me. I am not going to try to feel for butterflies now, for I refuse to use Ashton as such; a promise is a promise.
Ashton didn't say another word all afternoon, and I was thankful for it. All I needed was to let it out, and he got that.
'Note: remember to ask Ashton if he has any sisters,' I think to myself. He was good at comforting.
Blake is gone. Blake has left. Blake and I are over.
Done.
Finished.
Ended.
How I was able to cry so many tears, to survive such pangs in my chest, I do not know.
'Ashton. He's the one keeping you together,' my mind whispered.
I welcomed the thought-it's a step down the right road.
"Thank you," I choke out between sobs.
He didn't reply, he simply pulled me closer, squeezing me harder, telling me with gis body language he knew exactly what I meant.
Blake and I may be over, but Ashton can be a new beginning. I can live through this. With help.
As much as I hate crying, I spent an afternoon at it, crying as Ashton held me, comforted me. And when I fell asleep, he didn't let go. It is as if he knew how much I needed to be held together to be kept from falling apart.
When I dreamt, I was alone. The background flickered black and white through an empty space. There was no noise, no sound. And I was alone.
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