𝕄𝕪 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘// ℙ𝕄

Chapter 29

This is a over 2800 word chapter so there's no editing again sorry

Ashley's POV

We stood there for a couple minutes as Serenity rambled about how everything happened. Apparently he had taken her to a cute hill with a pretty view of the town and they talked for a bit when he asked her to be his girlfriend. I tried my best to listen without letting it hurt me and it almost worked. I hadn't gotten upset at all until she mentioned that he kissed her. And she didn't just say they kissed. No, she described it in detail, each word a tiny knife harshly cutting my heart.

After suffering through her explanation, everyone started walking back to the water, but I couldn't take it anymore. I announced that I was gonna head home because I was getting tired.

"You want me to drive you back?" Lily asked.

"No, I should be fine." I smiled slightly at her.

"Really? It's a pretty long walk."

"It should clear my mind a bit." I replied. It really would. So much happened today and I needed something to calm me down.

Everyone said their goodbyes and I started my walk down the paved road. I stared at my feet as I finally started to feel the emotions that I should've felt earlier in the day. I looked up at the sky that was now turning beautiful shades of pink and orange. Thinking back on the day felt like a ten second long blob of an intense rollercoaster of emotions. It was hard to believe that enough time went by that the sun was already setting. It all felt so fast, one life changing moment after another.

A cold breeze sailed through the air and sent shivers down my spine. I wrapped myself in my towel, remembering I was still only in a minimal coverage bikini. The damp towel encasing my body gave me a sense of security as I walked alone down the empty pathway.

I walked down the trail which eventually led to a main road. Cars flashed by as I made my journey down the street. It was weird to think that every person that I passed had a total different life story. Everyone has their own experiences. They had their own highs, lows, and life changing moments. My problems felt a little bit less significant as I thought of the struggles that others might have.

My mind wandered to the different people crossing the roads as I created intricate stories about how their lives could have gone. Like the man entering the bakery in a tuxedo who had just made a business deal so he decided to buy himself a treat, or the family sitting at the side of the road with a cardboard sign because their father had lost his job and the woman was unaccustomed to work. Making up my own background for the people I saw gave me the ability to write a new life, to dissolve myself into something else instead of my own issues. It served as a distraction for the rampaging emotions that would normally come bursting out.

Before I knew it, I was already on the street that I lived on. I walked down the road and eventually entered my house. I sat on my stairs and kicked off my slides and went up to my bathroom.

I looked up at the mirror at my reflection. My hair was damp and messy, hanging in segments, and my towel was loosely strung around my shoulders. My eyes were red and puffy. I hadn't realized that I had been crying my entire walk.

Damn I must've looked crazy. Crying teenager walking down the street in a towel.

I closed the door and locked it before turning on the water in my shower. My towel slipped off my shoulders and onto the floor, so I picked it up and gently folded it, placing it on the counter. As the mirror started to fog up because of the steam, I took off my swimsuit and stepped into the shower, the warm water droplets crashing against my head. I closed my eyes as my muscles finally began to relax.