"I have to live."
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ASHTON'S POV
Embraced in this young girls arms, I breath in her sweet smell. It's weird how people who are complete opposites have secrets too, it makes me realize how we are all the same. How this girl all the way across the world had struggled with self confidence just like I had.
It was strange how warm and comforting the ghost was.
Her sniffles stop and her sad face looks towards mine. There weren't many times when I saw how tall she really was, but now was one of those moments as her nose blushed mine. I lead her over to one of the lawn chairs to lie in, my arms wrap around her and we stare at the stars.
"Ever wonder if you will become a star?" I ask her, referencing the Lion King.
"All the time." She smiles, her nose scrunching up.
"Why do you think God didn't accept you into heaven and sent you back here?" I wanted her thoughts on it, maybe she had information. My fingers running through her hair and twirling it. It was soft and well kept.
"Because I am lost. Ghosts are the dead who aren't finished on earth, they have one more thing they have to do on earth, then he will accept them." She hums, recalling what she knows.
"What do you have to do?" I ponder at her thoughts, sighing deeply.
"Live." Wendy mumbles, glancing up in my eyes with her emerald ones. "I have to live."
I don't respond but let the moment be. We are tangled in each other's limbs.
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WENDY'S POV:
I let my eyes flutter close like a butterflies wings. Ashton left, I'm assuming to go to his room. He was a nice boy, a good friend. I'm glad to let him hold my secrets.
I start to dream. It was more of a memory, one of my few good ones. It was of my brothers. We had taken out bike up a huge hill when I was around sixteen. Right when sunset hit, we had reached the top. It was one of the prettiest things I had seen before. I recall wrapping my arms around John and Mark, kissing them on the forehead. I missed them more than ever. What I'd do to see then again.
{this was so crappy I'm sorry. So it's kinda turning into an ash fanfiction, sorry not sorry but I love writing about love. So I think I found a ship name, tell me what you think.
Wenton Jefferwin
Idk if I like it, but I wanted to include Wen in the first part and then I tried their last names and it clicked.
QOTD: what's your OTP?
I love narry, any 5sos band ship really,
Captain Swan from once upon a time, or Violet and Tate from American Horror Story.
That reminds me, I'm being Tate for Halloween, lol.
Sorry for the lack in updates, if you saw I wrote the short stories and the Harry and liam on and already have 40-50 chapters written I will be posting over the next couple weeks! Which is a whole heck of a lot. The others previews are written. Please check them out!
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Fanfiction"Wow! How did you do that!" The blond jumps. I still haven't learned his name. "I'm dead. I don't go by the rules of life, because I am not living life." - All copyright belongs to me. No taking ideas, characters, or plot of story.
