One Week Later
Bey's POV
"I can't believe you Bey," my best friend Ashley said to me as we walked down the sidewalk.
"Come on. Don't judge Ash. That's the reason I haven't told my sisters yet. I know they're gonna yell at me," I told her.
"I wanna yell at you. You know that I'm gonna love you and support you and be there for you no matter what you do, but I can't help feel like this is a mistake," she said.
"But it's not. I wanna salvage our relationship, and Michael is doing better. He really is," I told her.
"Who are you trying to convince of that: me or you?," she asked me.
"I'm not trying to convince anyone. I'm just say that he's trying like he promised he would," I answered.
"It's only been a week since y'all started seeing each other again. How can you be so sure? He could just putting on an act to win you back and trap you in a dead marriage," she suggested.
"He's not Ash. He's really changed. I know it," I replied.
Ashley Everett is my best friend in the whole world. We grew up together. Our parents were friends. We lived a few doors down from each other, and we're the same age.
She's just like a third sister to me. She always has been. She stayed over at our house so much when we were little that it was like she lived there.
We're pretty much inseparable.
Right now, we were just taking a walk and getting some fresh air.
"Okay, okay. Let's say for the sake of simplicity that he actually has changed. A few weeks ago, you were talking about how you didn't wanna be with him anymore. You were saying that you were done, and you'd fallen out of love with him. What changed?," she asked me.
"I don't know. Something's just different now. He's different now," I told her.
"Or he's just acting and playing you," she said.
"He's not, and of course I love him," I said replying to one of her previous statements.
"I didn't ask if you loved him. I asked if you were in love with him. There's a big difference. So are you in love with him?," she asked me.
I honestly didn't know. I couldn't answer that question, not at that moment.
"I'll take your silence as a no," she said.
"I didn't say yes or no. I'm just figuring things out right now," I told her.
"Okay, I'll take that for now, but what ever happened it that guy who you said you'd been talking to?," she asked me.
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Romance"Ain't nothing to it, real one. Ain't nothing to it, boss" - The Carters