seventeen
“i want you to stop,” i told her.
aspen sighed as she frantically ran a hand through her hair.
“can we stop having this conversation?”
i glared. “yes. after you stop.”
aspen glowered, “you’re a hypocrite, roman. you do this stuff all the time. why can’t i?”
“because you’re better than this life! you come from a good family, you’re smart, you’re beautiful, you have the chance to have a great future, yet you’re fucking it up.”
“don’t,” she snapped and ran a hand through her faded hair once again.
“don’t what, aspen? tell you the truth?”
aspen shook her side to side and pushed herself off of the bed, “fuck you.”
“where are you going?” i yelled out as i followed her into the hallway of my house.
aspen threw a glare over her shoulder, “away from you.”
i reached out and grabbed her elbow, “we’re talking.”
“we’re done talking, roman.”
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Memories of Aspen
Short Story"Because memories of Aspen were all I had left." *Spin-off to Forgetting Roman*
