Spencer’s POV

     I saw her again today. Just like every other day. She never knows I see her, I make sure of that by stepping away from the window when ever she pulls up closer. She just sits there staring towards the house. She looks so hopeless at times. We haven’t talked since that night. The night when I felt my heart drop to the floor and shatter in a million pieces. I wish we would have never gotten in a fight that night, then maybe she would have never done what she did. There’s not a night when I don’t have a dream, or more like a nightmare replaying that night.

     I went back to Ashley’s house to talk, to work things out. I had a key to the apartment so I let myself in. Kyla must have been out somewhere because she wasn’t there when I walked in. When I got closer to Ashley’s room I heard moans and groans. I knew right then I should have just turned around and walked out the door, but I didn’t. I couldn’t. I walked in and I couldn’t believe what I saw, I felt my heart stop right there, I thought I might pass out right there in the door way.

     "…Oh my god.."

     "Spencer, wait please…this isn’t.."

     "This isn’t what Ashley?! You aren’t fucking some random girl right now?! Cause it’s pretty obvious that you are!"

     "Spencer, please I’m sor-"

     "No Ashley, you aren’t…Have fun sleeping with this slut…we’re done Ashley…we’re done."

     I left slamming the door for the last time.

     As much as I want to forget about her, I can’t. I think about her almost every day. We haven’t spoke to each other in six months. I knew for a fact I wasn’t going to be the one who talked first. She’s the one who broke my heart. I’ve waited for so long to hear her voice. I want to hear her voice. I want to look into her eyes and get lost in them like I use to. I want to kiss her, and hold her. But I can’t. I don’t think I ever will. I wish I could hate her for what she did to me. I wanted to hate her, but I just can’t because I still love her. But that doesn’t mean I’m still not mad at her. Why hasn’t she came to talk to me? Does she not love me like she said she did? Was I just another girl to her? She told me she loved me, and that I was the girl she could spend her whole life with. And foolish me I believed her. I wish I never moved here. I wish I never met Ashley. And I wish I never fell so inlove with her. "Ashley Davies, I’m a fool for falling inlove with you." I sighed to myself.