Mason
Two fucking months. She left two months ago, I haven't heard her voice, seen her face, nothing.
No one knows where she is. Not even Wesley. He told me she was ok, because he knew she would call if there was any danger.
Nothing else besides that.
I've been a mess. I glare at everything, I don't sleep, barely eat, and I busy my head with work or punching the hell out of the gym bag.
Everything to put her aside.
I honestly thought to call Hannah, but I just couldn't. That was the day I realized... I god damn love Scarlett.
Of course I do, I would be stupid If I didn't. She makes me laugh, when no one, in six years, ever did.
She makes me feel like I'm sane, and not a monster. She understands me, my pain, the person I am.
Scarlett has seen the true me, the goofiness, the gentleness, the bad and the broken, and still... she was there for me, always.
I miss her so fucking much. Her touch, smile, laugh, the teases, her body, the way her hair would be on my face at the middle of the night, the way her legs tangled in mine, or the way her body felt when melted against mine.
She's my everything.
I love her so much that it gets to the pint where it's painful. I realized that the day she left, when she gave me that last look with her gray eyes that I love.
Now I get what they were saying. The three words that are at the tip of my tongue for her, words that I've thought of sending through message, but chickened out and deleted before pressing the send button.
I love you.
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A short introduction to the sequel of the first book, 'Ashes Revenge'.
(seriously advise to read that one before this or you will not understand the characters and their story.)
Scarlett and Mason story has more evolve, with some bumps along the way.
Hope you enjoy!
(Ps. feel free to comment what you would like to see written. I will check all of your opinions.)
Stay safe,
~Nicky :)
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Ashes Outcome ✔️
Romance¦ mafia ¦ "I couldn't give you shit Mason, I was a fucking mess, I would end up ruining us both!" I yell, looking up at his black eyes, my chest raising up and down. "I don't care! I-" He interrupts himself, his tongue on the side of his cheek as...
