Chapter Three

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Just a heads up for this book I'll be doing two chapters from Eleanor's POV and then two from Ashton's POV and so on and so forth.
Enjoy:)
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Ashton
It's been a little over three years since I've seen her, and the fact that I'm unpacking my belongings into a New York apartment, makes me think of her. She always wanted to live in New York after high school and go to NYU to fulfill her dream of becoming a published author. I miss her like hell. I know I know, people say, "Ash man, you really gotta get over her." Or, "Are you still obsessed with her? It's been like three whole years." My answer to them is usually, "I can't help it" or, "I'm trying my best." But I'm honestly just a lost boy hoping that someday I'll run into the girl I had to let go. Then maybe when I find her, I'll find himself as well.

If I were to ever say any of this out loud all of the guys would call me a wuss or something along the lines of that. In reality though, I believe I'm just a little bit stronger than them because I can at least admit it to myself that I'm in love, instead of cowering away from it. Most people just call me a hopeless romantic though.

As I'm unpacking I notice a box labeled Ellie's things with a little sticky note attached to the top. On the sticky note it says, "These are just some things I wanted you to have to remember me by. Aka my journals stock full of pages about you and some pictures. I'll miss you. -El"

I fumble in trying to open the box. As I peel away the tape and unfold the sides I see at least ten mole skinned journals along with multiple smaller boxes. I'm guessing the smaller boxes are filled with the pictures we took with each other.

I start by flipping through the notebooks. Each page is filled with words from top to bottom and front to back. The first entry I could find was from 2006 and the latest was in May of 2012, which was graduation day. I suppose it was also the day she hid this box when she was helping me pack.

That day seems so far away, but at the same time it feels as if it was just yesterday.

Before
It was the day of graduation and he had just broken the news to Eleanor that he was no longer able to live with his foster parents at the time due to his birthday coming up. This meant he had to go back to LA to live with his grandparents, which also meant he'd be on the opposite side of the country from her.

She hadn't taken it that well seeing that the only stable person in her life, other than her Granny, was leaving her. He would probably never see her again. This truly broke Eleanor down on the inside and out, but instead of being bitter she made him something. She made him something that would ensure the memory of her in his mind.

Eleanor got all of her journals that her Granny had given to her, wrote one last entry and stuck them all in a box. Along with the notebooks she packed photos of her and Ash together in smaller boxes, so that they wouldn't get ruined moving. Eleanor fit all the notes they had sent to each other in the boxes as well, and then carefully taped the box up and put it on his top closet shelf. She attached a sticky note to the top saying she'd miss him and what the box was for, then headed downstairs.

Ashton was waiting impatiently to go to graduation, she could tell by the way he was drumming on the granite counter top.

He asked her if she was finally ready and they were on their way.
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After the tears and laughs of graduating Ash and Ellie went to their favorite place, the local candy shop. This was always Eleanor's favorite place because it was where her mother took her when she was younger.

They both got sour watermelon chews to share and walked their way to the park.

Swinging in silence Ashton finally spoke up, "You know I'll miss you more than anything, right?" He was looking at her long brown hair as she swung slowly back and forth. He wanted her to stop, but he knew she wouldn't. He knew she needed to keep herself distracted so that she wouldn't cry.

Eleanor finally responded with saying,"I know Ash, I'll miss you too." She decided to keep it at that, mostly because she had cried enough in the past few hours and she didn't want it cry anymore.

"That's all? No goodbye? No I love you?" He was getting a little angry at her short response.

She stopped swinging and looked at him, he could see the sadness in her eyes and pain in her face. She didn't want to cry, but she couldn't help but let one tear escape. He wiped it away as she said, "I'm scared of life without you." He now held her face in the palm of his hand, and the tears streamed down her already soaked cheeks.

"Don't be scared Ellie baby, I love you and will always love you. Even though I'm leaving, I promise to never give up on us. We have a future together, I know it."

He held her in his arms for what felt like days, but was really just a couple minutes. He knew he had to get back home to finish packing, but the warmth of their bodies kept them from separating.

They slowly made their way back to his house and hugged one last time. "I love you" he said for what seemed like the thousandth time.

She sighed and said, "I love you more."

He smiled for the first time that night, "I love you most." They made sure that their last kiss was passionate and deep, then parted ways. Their hands disconnected with each step they took in the opposite direction.

She looked back one last time to see that the door had already closed behind him, then she collapsed on the sidewalk and began to weep.

He looked at the door and pounded it so hard the entire house shook, then he slid down the door and cried harder than he ever had before.
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Now
I looked at every photo, every letter, and every goddamn page of every journal, until I moped into my tiny bedroom, crawled into my unmade bed, and fell asleep to the thoughts of the girl I loved finally being in my arms again.
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Okay so I've decided I'll be updating at least every Tuesday and if I can on Fridays too.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and if you did please comment and like.

Sorry for the short chapter but I just wanted to make sure I got something up.

I love you guys! And thank you for reading!
-em

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