Dear Ashton

-FLASHBACK-
November, 2004.
My first time leaving the house after my mom died. First time in months since I saw my friends, after all those tests making sure the cancer wasn't hereditary. Being poked 24/7 and staying in the same hospital-the one she died in.
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I throw a snowball at him and run towards the trees. "Oh, now you're definitely dead." He wipes the snow off his jacket, then starts running after me. I hear the crunch of his steps in the snow. I run fast, stepping wrong and falling butt-first into the snow. A shiver runs through my body. I try getting back up and just bury myself in the snow more.
He finally catches up, out of breath, and smiles down at me. "What?" I say, smiling back slowly. He pulls out his hand to help me up. I hesitate, but then I grab it and pull him down with me before he can react.
He gasps as he hits the snow. "Ah-" We stare at each other for a moment, not knowing what to do. I can hear my heart beating. Every second we sit there, my heart beats faster. He was my childhood best friend. He was from Livingston as well. He was my next-door neighbor. We spent our days near the abandoned railroad trail.
I start breathing heavier. I look away from him, feeling my face get red. I liked him a lot. I had developed a crush on him when I was twelve. He bought me a book called Pride and Prejudice-that soon became my favorite book.
After that day, I knew he was the one-even if I was just a kid. For my 16th birthday, he bought me the movie. That night was the best night of my life.
He tilted my face towards him. His eyes searched my face. I couldn't make eye contact with him, if I did, I would blush. I knew what he was going to do.
"Ash..." he said in a low voice. He pulled me in and kissed me. I had my first kiss at 17.
I felt the electricity course through my body. He was my first everything. First best friend, first crush, first kiss.
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It was too good to be true...

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