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20. A Week

Ashley's P.O.V
It's been a week since I've been alone here at home. A week since I woke up alone. Seven long days since I read Ethan's stupid text. 168 fucking hours since he left me.

I've been sitting in this goddamn house, either crying or sleeping. I've only eaten and showered the bare minimum, to keep myself as healthy as I can. I have no motivation to do more than that.

The only time I left my stupid, empty house was to get two more doses of chemo. Since no one was around to drive me, I had to spend hours in the hospital. At this point, the hospital feels more like a home than my actual house.

I keep replaying the moment I woke up alone on my couch over and over, causing myself to cry over and over...

DING! DING!

I wake up slowly to my phone chiming and the sound of tires peeling away from the house. I reach over to the side table and grab my phone.

A text from Ethan pops up in the middle of my screen. I read it carefully, my head still feeling the chemo treatment.

My eyes glance across the text and I'm left feeling completely empty. Like some ripped out my heart and left me for dead. Ethan's gone and never coming back.

No, that's not possible. I reread the text over and over and over, trying to deny the words on my screen. Ethan can't be gone.

...After reading the text, I instantly started crying. The fact that I couldn't tell Ethan I have Leukemia made him leave. I'm so stupid. I hate myself for not being able to tell him. Maybe he was right to leave, he deserved to know. I just miss him so much and I don't know why.

His hazel eyes, dark hair, beautiful body, and amazing personality had me hooked and I didn't even realize it until now. I never realized that this boy had me wrapped around his finger in a week. Damn you Ethan Grant Dolan.

Now as I sit in my messy, sad, and dark room, I almost feel like crying again. I lost a great guy because I was afraid. No, I am afraid. Now more than I was then.

But he's gone. He's gone and I need to get over it. I need to find a way to keep being me. I need to start living my life again, while I still can. "No Ashley, you need to clean your disgusting room." I think out loud.

So, I pick myself off of my unmade and cluttered bed, and start cleaning. Mending my emotional wounds one sweep at a time.

Ethan's P.O.V
It's been a week. It's been a whole week since I made a mistake. Probably the biggest mistake of my life. And I absolutely hate myself for it. It was a stupid and impulsive mistake. One that I never should have made.

I never should have left Ashley. I left when she needed me the most. She was sick and I left her on her couch. On her goddamn couch. Why did I leave without even talking to her? Why?

I haven't left my room for a week. I've been making Grayson or my mom bring me dinner and I've been using my bathroom only, even using my relatively small shower that I hate.

I don't want to leave my room because I know that I'll end up at Ashley's door. I can't face her after what I said. I know I probably broke her heart and she probably hates me. And she has every right to, I hate me too right now.

I can't go back after telling her goodbye through text. I can't look into those beautiful blue eyes after everything. And I can't face the rejection she'll give me if I do go back.

But I also can't stay in this room any longer. There is nothing but self-pity and regret in this room and it's threatening to suffocate me. I don't know what to do. Either I need to stay here in this room or go to Ashley. I don't know-