Ch.22: I'm Sorry

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*Ashton's POV*

And I'd give up forever to touch you

'Cause I know that you feel me somehow

You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be

And I don't wanna go home right now

And all I can taste is this moment

And all I can breathe is your life

When sooner or later it's over

I just don't wanna miss you tonight

I mouthed the words to the window as I watched the clouds and sea below the jet.

I sat still with the headphones in my ear, the Goo Goo Dolls singing in my ears and my feelings out.

Apparently Kendall wasted her money for the tickets, because at the end we took One Direction's jet back to Los Angeles.

I didn't really care because it wasn't my money, but ever since I saw Cassandra's uneasy eyes when we left I knew something was wrong.

I didn't really know what drove me to say all those things, but I had to somehow tell her and I don't even know if she heard.

But I was torn in half, because I wanted her to know, but then again I don't. Either way I knew it didn't matter because she didn't feel the same way.

He loved her.

She loved him.

And I loved her.

I jumped when I felt a hand on my shoulder, I looked up and saw as Cassandra smiled sheepishly.

I slowly took my earbuds out and smiled. "Sorry Ash I thought you heard me open the door." she apologized and sat next to me.

I shook my head, "You're fine Cass," I smiled as I looked at the slide door. Apparently not all jets were small, and as soon as I found this small compartment I wanted to be alone in it.

Away from the world at least for 7 hours.

"Why are you so alone?" Cassandra asked as she looked around.

"I needed some time to myself." I shrugged pausing my music. As soon as I did my lock screen appeared.

Cassandra's hair fell from her shoulders, her smile was the only thing that captivated me, her eyes looking more hazel than green as she wore her brown, knitted sweatshirt, her slim arm around me.

That was my favorite picture of her really. Mostly because it showed her in totality. No makeup, no nothing. And even then she was beautiful.

"I really like this picture." she whispered as she stared at her own phone screen. "It was the only day I remember really being happy." she smiled.

"Why?" I found myself asking out loud.

Her eyes finally met mine, the pale green darker, her hazel looking more brown than usual.

"It was the day I realized that I wasn't alone anymore. The day I could forget about everything, and it wasn't just Katie and Luke." Cassandra told me. I felt my heart race.

"Ashton, you were that person that always brought me up, the person who could crack that smile when I felt pressured, the one who put me before him. And I, well," a small tear fell from the corner of her eyes.

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