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I whisper to her as I halt all movement and look into her deep brown eyes. She blinks a few times and looks away. I bite my lip and wait for her to say something, anything! Ashley, you idiot, tell me you want to be with me! Tell me that my home is where you are! Tell me that you love me and you're a jackass for breaking up with me when all I want is you! Say anything!
Ashley: "I'll let you get back to work." She mumbles as she turns back towards the roof entrance. I sigh as I tighten my grip on the broom handle. "And don't worry about tuition." She mutters, her back still to me. "You'll never make enough money to afford it...and I...I like...and I'll just pay." Before I can say anything, she vanishes behind the door and I'm left alone on the roof again.
I hold in my scream of frustration as I let the broom clatter to the roof floor. My eyes are burning with exhaustion and sadness and I decide that I'm done with work for tonight. I dump my supplies back into the tool shed before I race back to my room to grab my blanket and pillow.
Ashley's not in her bed but I don't want to sleep here anyway. Last night was torture, being in the same room with her but not lying next to her. So I quietly carry my things out of the dark room before I make my trek through the school and across the campus.
The observatory is pitch black, but I've been in the old building so many times that I don't need light to guide me. It's not until my make-shift bed is completely set up and I'm standing to remove my sweater in favor of my long-sleeved shirt that I see her.
I move closer to the balcony's ledge as my eyes adjust to the darkness and I watch her lay out a blanket on the stage floor before she sits down on it. I watch as she brings her violin up under her chin and poises the bow to the strings. And I watch as her stern expression crumbles and she places down the violin and brings her hands to her face as she sobs into them. Her tears don't last long. She collects herself before she puts away her violin and lies down on her bed; pulling a blanket up to her chin.
She clutches onto an extra pillow as her eyes slide shut.
Ashley: "Good night, Spencer." She mumbles quietly. I know that she's not actually talking to me and I watch her for a moment before I lay down on my own bed.
Spencer: "Good night, Ashley." I whisper as I clutch onto my own extra pillow, wishing it was her.
You can't hear it. It's not actually happening. But to me, it is loud. I'm sitting in the cafe for lunch with my friends as a loud battle drum beats in my head. Because this is gonna be interesting. The anticipation is killing me and I'm fidgeting in my seat as I wait.
Sara and Kelly have convinced Ashley to make it to lunch today with the guise that we need to discuss the wedding. What we'll actually be doing? Setting phase two in order.
Phase one; reminding Ashley that she's attracted to me- was completed last night in the dress shop. Today, we will be making Ashley jealous.
A part of me is internally freaking out.
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