126 [a.irwin]

epilogue

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The day that I met Ashton Irwin was the day that changed my life completely.

 

He was quiet and depressed. Anyone in that room could tell that he wasn’t looking forward to sitting next to me. I didn’t take it personally, he didn’t want to sit next to anyone.

 

I took it as a challenge though, I wanted him to like me, to trust me. What Louise told me about him held me back a little bit but it was too late, I couldn’t take it back. I had already found out so much about him that I couldn’t just stop talking to him.

 

After a while, I figured out that what Louise said was a lie. I knew that she didn’t mean to lie about it, she didn’t know anything about Ashton, she just knew what other people told her.

 

Ashton started to look a little happier when I was around him. I knew that I did the right thing to start talking to him. It wasn’t just to make him happy and maybe not kill himself, but I really enjoyed Ashton’s presence.

 

I didn’t know it then, but I was in love with him.

 

The night of the movie night, I found Ashton’s scars. I don’t know what made me look under his sleeve but to say I was heartbroken is an understatement. He did that to himself because he was unhappy. I knew it was bad, but I didn’t know it was that bad.

 

Not to mention his eating disorder. He was so skinny. Ashton was all skin and bones; I was surprised he didn’t collapse in school every day. I made him eat a few times to make sure he got at least a little nutrition.

 

A day didn’t pass where I didn’t worry about Ashton.

 

Ten years ago, I wouldn’t think that I would be married to Ashton. Ten years ago, I was stuck sitting next to a depressed boy in an old high school classroom. But here I am, staring at him while he sleeps. Though it may sound a bit creepy and Edward Cullen-esque, he looked peaceful.

 

After a few minutes, Ashton’s eyes start to flutter open so I quickly close mine and pretend that I’m sleeping. He pulls me closer to his chest and I can’t help but to smile.

 

“Morning,” he says, nuzzling his face into my neck.

 

“Morning, did you sleep well?” I close my eyes and breathe in his scent. Ashton always smells the best.

 

“Of course I did, I’m with you.” Ashton pulls away and presses his lips against mine. We just lie there for a few minutes, kissing and enjoying each other’s presence.

 

“Do you want breakfast?” I ask when we pull away.

 

“Only if you make pancakes.” He nudges my cheek with his nose and I let out a giggle. Ashton’s arms pull me closer to him, as if that was possible. “I don’t want you to leave yet.”

 

“Five more minutes.”

“Five more minutes,”