falling. (ashton)

What are we?

{ashtons pov}

She's so cute when she's rambling on. But even better when her lips are pressed against mine.

It fucking breaks my heart that she thought no one would care if She left.

I would care. I would have felt like it was my fault. Was it my fault?

"El, is this because of me?" I say, scared of what her reply might be.

"Uh- n- no..."

"El. I'm serious."

"Ashton to be honest, yes. I thought you didn't care about me. I thought you would tell everyone. I didn't want anyone to know."

"El, I'm sorry." "I know ash, I know."

"Ashton, what are we?"

I hadn't thought about that.

"Well what would you like to be El?" I smile at her but she doesn't return it, which is a shocker to me.

"Ashton," she says "I really like you, I do. But I just don't think you want me to put all of my shit on you. It sucks and I don't want me to be something that's holding you down."

I glance at her, then the floor, then stare right at her.

"Honestly El I've known you for only a couple weeks and I can see that you are a great person, and I think whatever you want is best."

She chuckles, and says "oh ashton you don't get it. " I'm confused.

"I want to go out with you, but I don't want to hurt you."

"Well Ellie, I will be here when you make up your mind."

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Ily .
Stay beautiful & strong ❤️