Jonathan Hunt is a lonely person with his own sad story; And so is Ashleigh Bradbury. John, however, finds his ways to balance the pain and mirth in his life. Ash, on the other hand, has started to live with the pain. While John is learning to adjus...
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"People go. Memories stay."
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Ash's P.O.V.
"I loved your dad too Ashleigh."
"I wish you had died in the accident!"
"Just be lost, Ashleigh!"
"I wish I had had a miscarriage. Or I would have aborted you."
"You want to know why your Dad left us? He left us because of you. Because you were a girl!"
"Why was I so unlucky to have you?"
"I wish you would have never come in this world."
"You are just a burden on my shoulders Ashleigh!"
These memories suck! I am in the hospital, and this of course, reminds me of how my mom had left me. How she never loved me. I couldn't stop my overflowing tears.
My mom had left me, but her memories were still there. Though something that belonged to my mom is there with me, yet, I just don't like it. And I just don't want it to be the way it is.
The door of my ward opened and I saw Jonathan entering.
"I am so sorry Ashleigh. Please forgive me. I know it is difficult since I am a stranger after all. But, please?"
I had a lot of tears in my eyes, and I just didn't want to show. So I turned my face towards the wall as he came closer.
"Okay I know I shouldn't have been rude like that but please forgive me? Or at least look at me? At least don't turn your back towards me?"
I could say he felt really bad. So I decided to turn around, and as I did that, he could see my tears.
"Hey Ash. Why are you crying?" He said, grabbing a chair and taking a seat beside my bed.
"It was paining. That's it."
"Oh! Umm... do you want me to call the doctor?" He said, standing up as if he was just waiting for me to say 'yes'.
"No. I am fine." I gave a fake smile, because I knew I wasn't at all fine. As I said that, he sat down, in front of my bed.
Then, there was silence that followed.
A few minutes later he held my hand and said, "Ashleigh. I am-"
"Its Okay John. Forget about that. I shouldn't have asked you about that all of a sudden."
"Ash, you know. Some things... they are better untold. For they don't heal, no matter how old."
He touched me. Those words were deep; and relatable. I could feel the pain he was feeling. And I was sure this man had some pain too. A pain he wanted to get over. But it chased him and was always going to, till the last breath of his life. Or maybe, even after his death.
