Ashton's Notes

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6:45 PM || Oh, you'll never believe this.

Today was one of my luckier days. Again, I pathetically went into the heart of New York City, Times Square, and searched long and hard for Amelia Winters. In the snow.
I am not saying I was about to save the world, but maybe I could have saved her.

It was ludicrously freezing. Ashton scolded himself for not bringing a heavier jacket. Watery snowflakes kissed his arms with their cold, soft lips. His hands were shaking violently against his equally as shaky body. "How hard can it be to find one girl in this city?" he whispered to himself. A cool breeze embraced Ashton's frail body, causing a shiver to run up his spine.

"Which girl do you happen to be looking for?" The world has rather a strange way of hinting things to you. And, you and me both know this is certainly one of those magnificent times when the world will nudge your shoulder and let you know vital information.

There, clad in a maroon, body hugging shirt and a black skirt that reminded Ashton of the cool winter breeze enveloping the city, stood Amelia Winters. This, my dear friends, is something out of a romance screenplay. "Nobody in particular." Ashton managed to get out through a bleeding tongue. The words tasted sour, but strangely as if they were meant to be said.

"Is that so? Just looking for any old girl then? Because, you know, I am any old girl." she smirked. Ashton disagreed completely. Amelia Winters was not any old girl. She was weird, miserable, and full of thoughts and opinions. And, though Ashton is not the person you would think to go to for love advice, he would highly advise you to fall in love with a person like that.

"Well hello there any old girl. My name is-" he started in a bubbly voice.

"Ashton Irwin. I remember," Amelia Winters finished the sentence, his name rolling off of her tongue like that was the only thing she was capable of saying. The only two words she knew. "I suppose you wouldn't want to remember me though." she shrugged.

"Of course I remember, Amelia Winters. It is rather difficult to let someone who is so significant yet insignificant slip my mind." Ashton said. It was not Amelia he was so desperate to forget, it was Michael he wished to no longer think about.
Amelia grinned, shocked and ecstatic. He remembered her. Who would have thought? Certainly Amelia did not obtain the importance that was required to be glued into Ashton's mind. And for that, she was ever humbled.

"How am I of any importance in your everyday life?" another thing you must know about Amelia Winters was that she is notorious for questioning things. Why? was a question she asked quite regularly. She was rather a curious soul, and most people grew annoyed with her tedious, bothersome questions. But Ashton never did seem to grow bored of the girl, instead answering her questions with a passionate glint decorating his otherwise boring hazel eyes.

"Oh, you aren't," he shook his head, causing his mask of curls to shield his tired eyes. "You are of a great significance in my dreamt up world, however. I think about the one girl who bothered to speak to me much too often." strange. He thought. I sound awfully strange telling her just how much she clouds my mind.

"What? The ladies don't fall for you as soon as they lay their eyes on you?" Amelia joked, nudging his shoulder.
Ashton let out a howl of a laugh. A bubbly, child like laugh that egged on a roar from Amelia.

"Come with me?" Ashton held out his calloused hand, silently begging for her to lace her hand with his own. Without hesitation, she made a knot of their hands that suddenly felt impenetrable. With great silence and patience the pair weaved their way through the string of city goers, laughing much too loudly when they eyed confused tourists.

"Where are you taking me?" Amelia asked, a sprinkle of confusion and eagerness lacing her raspy words. Ashton looked back at her, his lips holding a knowing smile.

"It's a surprise." he answered quietly.
"This isn't a romance novel, you know." Amelia reminded him. Ashton offered a simple shrug of his shoulders. Amelia flicked her eyes in an annoyed circle, skidding across the metropolitan streets.

And so they walked, hand in hand, about the grandest city in all the world. There was no meaningless chit-chat or bickering, just a loud silence that consumed the two quite comfortably. Finally, after their feet had began to ache and Amelia could no longer keep her complaints to her own self, they stopped their fast paced walking. Before them was Ashton's favorite part of New York. People fiddled their fingers along the caress of the pine needles, expertly hanging glistening ornaments on the grand Christmas tree. Amelia's face lit up with a buzz of happiness, shooting through her veins and into her gleeful heart.

This, my dear readers, was a special moment for the almost strangers. To both, the moment held a certain importance and touched their hearts in such a unique way it would be an impossible task to even attempt to describe this feeling with mere words. No, this feeling can only be described in the smiles glued onto their faces and the glint staining their eyes. But, no matter the significance, they were together and they were watching something magical unfold before their blazing eyes.

Their veins were like wires, and when their fingers intertwined, happiness traveled through mortal wires and an unfamiliar giddiness surged.