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    To Spashley With Love – (Chapter: Chapter Thirty-Five)

    Ashley was still holding on to me. “Please come back to me,” Ashley pleaded as she placed a light kiss on my lips. It was weird I felt the kiss even though I was having an out of body experience and Ashley continued, “I know that you are a fighter. You can wake up from the nightmare. I love you so much and I d-don’t know what I’d do without you. If it is even possible to have a life without you, which I don’t think it is. I n-need you here with me so I don’t have to face this world alone. I don’t want to go back to that girl I used to know, baby. I hated her then and I hate her even more now.” Kyla entered the room.

    “Ash, I called the ambulance,” said Kyla. Aiden and I are going with you.

    “Thanks,” Ashley replied. Let’s go. Ashley carried my body and she left her room, Kyla followed her.

    “If you want, Aiden could carry Spencer,” stated Kyla. Right, Aiden?

    “Uh yeah,” Aiden said.

    “No, I want to carry my girl,” replied Ashley. They left the apartment while Ashley still carried me.

    “Are you going to call Glen?” Kyla questioned with curiosity.

    “Oh my God, he’s going to kill me,” responded Ashley.

    “It’s not your fault,” Kyla stated reassuringly.

    “Try explaining that to Glen,” sighed Ashley.

    Meanwhile, I was in an unfamiliar territory. Was this another nightmare or was I dead? “Spencer?” said a familiar voice.

    “Grandma?” I said confused. What are you doing in my dream?

    “This isn’t a dream,” replied my grandmother. You are no longer in the world of the living.

    Was she kidding? I couldn’t be dead. Sure, I had a death dream, but who hasn’t? “No, you must be mistaken,” I stated. I c-can’t be dead. You’re wrong!

    “No, I am not wrong,” sighed my grandmother. I’m afraid you have to come with me. We need to go.

    “I won’t abandon the girl who loves me,” I responded. You can’t make me go with you. I won’t leave her ever.

    “You make it seem like you can control death,” observed my grandmother. Besides, you shouldn’t be running around with girls.

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