WHEN HE LEFT ASHES
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Something horrible happens to Ashes after he left her. What happened to her and will him coming back make everything right?
17 years old Ashley Foster has everything. Rich parents, an overprotective brother and a group of valuable best friends. But she still misses her long lost best friend who left her when they were just 10. With a wretched and melancholic dark past, Ashley has survived her life but will she be able to live more when her past bothers her every second of her life?
17 years old Nash Hilton left his hometown, his friends and most importantly Ashley whom he promised to never leave alone. Encountering sad consequences of life, after 7 years he is finally back.
Will Nash be able to stitch back her broken heart and wretched soul?
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I couldn't feel my body. He was close, too close. Caged against the wall, I tried to escape but he held my face, slowly tilting my chin to force me to look at his divine face, which was radiating, illuminating luminescent moonlight. It was impossible to look away.
Trying to breathe again and ignoring the yells of my heart to brisk away off my ribcage, I visibly gulped and said, in my tiny voice which betrayed me, "Nash, you're trying to fix the impossible. My heart is broken to infinity."
His warm chocolate eyes moved from my own and gazed intently at my parted lips. His eyes gleaming with hope and something entirely else which I've never seemed to notice. He said, in that same soothing yet husky tone of his, not before smirking, "Then I'll go beyond infinity and bring back your whole heart."
"I hate you, you know that right?" I replied, with a smile on my face and heartbeats that are not going to stop in forever.
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