Ashton
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“BREAKING NEWS! A car crash has occurred on the outskirts of Denver. Three confirmed fatalities and one critical in Porter Adventist Hospital. Ken, Karen and Lucy Gills were dead on impact. Victoria Gills…” The news reporters announces from the static TV. The murky brown beer bottle – dripping in condensation - flails from my muscular hand and smashes into millions of tiny pieces on the concrete below. Shock bursts through my system; filling every fibre of my body. I run my shaking hand through my curly chocolate brown hair, pulling it as I go; as if I’m trying to wake myself up from a horrific nightmare. Victoria. Tori. My Tori. Her name rings through my thought filled head. Ripping me back into reality. Her striking porcelain face is broadcast up on the screen as the low murmur of the news presenter in the background, filling the dense silence. Her piercing grey eyes staring me down like a predator ready to strike on its unforgiving prey. Her sandy blonde hair frames her slightly rounded face: making her cheek bones more defined and effortlessly striking. She was never one to wear make-up but she wouldn’t need it with her snow white skin that never blemished and her light pink lips that didn’t need to look any more irresistible. Although she hated when her cheeks went red with the cold or embarrassment, but every time it happens I fall in love with her all over again. I stumble out of my cold leather recliner and stagger towards the window; watching as the bright icy snow pummelled against the wooden window pane. I ponder back to last winter – the winter when I had her beside me.
“Ash, it’s so on now!” she exclaims as I hurtle another icy cold dripping ball in her direction. She gasps as the ball of snow hits her petite frame – covering her tartan scarf that she loved – I can tell by the mischievous look in her eye: This means war! Catching her by surprise I scoop her up into my arms, lifting her of off the frosty floor. “I love you” I whisper into her ear. She giggles as her cheeks become even pinker than they were from the cold. “And I love you” she replies with a smile stretching from ear to ear. We were never ones to say ‘I love you too’ for it sounded like we were agreeing not showing our affection for one other. Still holding her in my arms, I sway us from side to side, humming our song –‘Little Things’– into her pierced ear. “Tori, I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” I announce. She turns in my arms, shock and confusion covering her face. “W-what?” she baffles out. Smiling down at her I repeat what I said. “You’re officially crazy!” she exclaims. Laughing at her reaction I reach into my faded jeans pocket; I pull out a silver ring with a large sapphire adoringly place on top of the glistening band. “It’s not what you think” I cut in before she makes any assumptions “It’s a promise ring.” I state. “So will you be my promise?” my hope filled voice cuts through the tension in the air. Nodding her head with a slight smile on her lips she whispers “Yes.” Making the smile I know and love break out onto her beautiful face; her eyes dancing with affection and love. Shakily, I reach out and take her hand in my own – noticing the slightly chipped purple nail polish she applied this morning – carefully I slide the highly anticipated ring on her slender finger.
A single tear falls from my auburn eyes. Thinking of her shatters my heart into infinity.
Infinity.
We were meant to last for infinity, but infinity has to end in some point in time.
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The Ending of Infinity
Teen FictionLife isn't always plain sailing, especially when it comes to love. Ashton and Victoria seem to have it all; the perfect relationship and love that going to last for all infinity. But is their infinity forever?.
