She said she wants to be friends 
I took a big step back 

The next morning Spencer paced through the house waiting for a decent hour to go to Kyla’s house.  She had to try.  She couldn’t give up on them.  She messed things up and she was going to fix them.  She looked at her watch, 7.  I should probably wait until 8.  Her shuffling continued.  She had spent the night walking back and forth from the closet. Once one sweater started to lose its Ashley smell she had returned to another and yet another.  Everything was clear to her.  How she had let herself let go of such a thing she’ll never know.  Her feelings, the memories, all the times she and Ashley had spent together came rushing towards her like a splash of cold water last night.  How could she have been so stupid as to do such a thing?

She said 
She said 
She said she’s sorry 

It was 8 in the morning and Kyla had been up since 6.  She hadn’t had the best sleep she had faded in and out of sleep.  Worrying about Ashley.  She got up and walked to the guestroom.  The lump of Ashley’s form was still under the blankets.  Well it’s good she slept, she must be exhausted.  The doorbell rang and as Kyla turned to answer it the same haunted empty voice form last night called out from the lump under the blanket. 

“I’ll get it.” 

“Ash!  I thought you were sleeping.”

“Couldn’t sleep.” 

With that the ghost like figure of Ashley Davies walked by Kyla and descended the stairs.  Not much surprise flashed across her face when she was met with the blonde.

“Ashley.”  Her voice was pleading Ashley not to shut the door yet.  Ashley obeyed and stood there features still blank.  Both had eye bags from a night of not sleeping. 

“Ash.  I am. So. So. So. Sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking.  It was stupid.”

The blonde noticed the lack of emotion, or activity of the brunette face and took a different course.

“I-I had a lot of time to think last night Ash.  I miss us.  I miss the old us.  The us that would skip class together for a day at the beach.  The us that used to sit up in my room painting our fingernails.  The us that went on that crazy roadtrip.”

A small twitch of emotion ran across Ashley’s face, but not enough to set a fire, just a small spark was all.

“Please Ashley.”  The tears started rolling down the blonde’s cheek again.  “Please give me another chance?”  She pleaded.

With one finger 
With one finger 
I said fuck that 

Ashley looked as stone cold as ever in that moment.  It made Spencer shiver in fear.  Her face hadn’t changed much, it was still the catatonic look that she had worn since last night.  But yet it seemed so full of hate.

“Kyla will be over for my things.”  She said her voice almost monotonous.  Spencer hung her head shamefully in defeat tears making marks on the concrete of Kyla’s front steps.  Ashley held up her hand once more.  “Fuck you.”