You come to a time in your life when you think nothing can be more perfect than this moment. The moment that you share with that person, and you crave to hold on to those said moments with all of you might because deep down, because, as much as you hate to admit it, they aren’t going to last forever.

No sooner had it begun and I felt it all fall apart. In that moment I realised that there was nothing I could do to stop him, there was nothing I could do to influence her decision, and above all there was nothing I could do to stop it from happening. It was that night, that it all fell apart.

Before that night everything was perfect, well as perfect as it could be, more so when he wasn’t around. I’d asked him to back off so I could figure out if it was me she ultimately wanted and I was…well so it seemed. Then again, maybe asking him to back off wasn’t a very smart idea. considering he was allegedly the only family she had. why couldn’t she understand that I was there for her too, she could talk to me and that  I wanted to be the one who she shared everything with and all these inside jokes they had, were simply just annoying.

I’ve been sat in my room now for the best part of a week. this summer was meant to be the best summer ever, just me and Ashley spending time together without school- without the sarcastic comments- just being in each others presence, but look how it turned out…me here looking like crap and ignoring her calls. The thing that pains me most is the fact that she hasn’t at least tried to see me, just left me to my sulking…if she ever knew me she’d’ve been round here straight away…if she really wanted me she would’ve been round here straight away atlest trying to explain herself. I guess things are not as black and white as they once seemed.

Ring-ring my damn cell phone again…I look at the screen half hoping it’d be Ashley calling me, but then I come to my senses and realise that hasn’t phoned me today, and by this time yesterday I’d had at least a dozen calls from her, maybe she’s telling me something. “Mom” flashes on the screen, I look at it, half of me not wanting to answer it in case I get the whole “I told you so” conversation for the umpteenth time, but the other half, the better half answers it.

“Hey mom”

“Hey Spence, part of me didn’t want to phone you cos I know you probably don’t want to talk, but somethings happened, and I know deep down you still care…”

I didn’t like the sound of this “Whats up mom?”

“It’s Ashley….”