“Spencer?” Ashley asked, pulling me out of my very light sleep.

                “Hey,” I whispered, smiling at her. She was still curled up against me and I certainly wasn’t going to be the first to pull away. She gave me a small smile back before she started to pull away. “Where are you going?”

                “I…uh, I need to go to the bathroom.” It was a bad lie, even if I hadn’t known her so well I would’ve known that she was lying.

                “Ashley, come on, what’s going on?” I asked, sitting up as she sighed. She sat back down on the bed, far away from my reach though. I pulled my legs up against my chest and wrapped my arms around them before resting my chin on my knee. If she didn’t want me touching her then I wouldn’t.

                “I think that maybe you shouldn’t be around me anymore, at least until you break up with Hugh.” She said this slowly, as if she were trying to soften the blow. It didn’t work.

                I taped the final box shut before pushing it towards the door with my foot. I wasn’t taking that much with me to New York but my room still felt empty. I couldn’t believe that I was leaving the next day and I was so beyond excited. The only thing that felt bad about the move was leaving Ashley. She had been in a slump for nearly two weeks and I didn’t know what to do about it. I didn’t want to leave her but this was college and NYU was my dream school. Besides; we were in love and we would make it work.

                “Hey,” Ashley said from where she was leaning on the doorway. I looked up and smiled and she walked in, shutting the door behind her. She looked confused and scared and I felt my eyebrows furrow as I pulled her into a hug. She wrapped her arms tight around me and pulled me close and it felt as if she were holding on for dear life. I didn’t mind, it was just scaring me a bit. 

                “Are you okay?” I whispered, surprised when I felt her start to shake.