Ashley’s Pov

We spent the next few weeks visiting Spencer every day. Security was tightened and the paparazzi were strictly kept away from here seeing as I was making frequent visits. They didn’t want their patients disturbed. Especially when they weren’t sure how long I was going to be here. I was thankful. This was one place I was safe from cameras documenting my every move. There was no change in Spencer’s condition and each day I felt worse and worse. Kyla and I began to drive separate cars when we went, because it was the hardest thing in the world to pry me away from her. The main reason I left was when Paula wanted to talk to her or if the rest of her family came to visit. It was an everyday thing. They all looked so sad. I felt that this was 100% my fault and I wasn’t about to leave her side. Some nights I fell asleep in her room instead of going home. I’m glad Paula allowed me to stay. It was the weirdest thing to have her being nice. I guess it takes something major like this to open peoples eyes and make them realize how ridiculous they were. That life is too short to fight with people and throw them away. As far as I know you only get one shot at life, so I try to make the most of it. Maybe Paula is finally starting to see how very wrong she was, because I see her talking to Mr. Carlin an awful lot. Maybe they are trying to work things out. Who knows.

I sat beside Spencer’s bed with my chair pulled as close as I could get it. I grabbed her hand and I began talking to her about our past. I was telling her the story of the time we went to the dance and how nervous I was. How that night was our first time making love and how perfect it really was. How special that night will always be to me. I rested my head beside her hand and I covered it in soft kisses. Her skin was still just as soft as ever. Her scent filled my head and it was the best natural high I had ever had. I stood up and sat beside her on the bed. I rested my hand on her cheek and studied her features. Her skin was flawless. By now all cuts and bruises she received had healed completely. I leaned forward and rested my forehead against hers. I missed being this close to her. I missed being able to kiss her. It wouldn’t be right if I did, but I wanted to more than anything. My lips were an inch from hers and I began whispering to her.