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Chapter 6

Still Walking After You

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Sometimes people become attached to another person, so attached that they are entirely blind to the fact. Their attention is handed out carelessly to other people, but the person who needs it most receives only small fractions of it. 

Ashley sat at the dark, wood table in the middle size dinning room. All the lights where off except on lit candle resting in front of her on the table. She rested her arms on the cold table and pushed her back against the chair watching the candle flicker light across her face. She was sitting their in a pair of pink Victoria Secret pants and a white cami. Her hair hung down in front of her face, creating a veil between her and the outside. 

She had put the children to sleep hours ago, and she had lain down with Aiden a little after that. She was consumed by racing thoughts. Unable to go to sleep, the brunette headed down to rest at the table. 

[i] Lying all alone and restless, unable to loose this image

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Her mind was stuck on the blond girl who had just showed up out of nowhere after five years without any contact. Her mind couldn’t get the girl out; the once innocent girl, who had been dancing around her thoughts, was determined to stay there. As much as Ashley wanted to shake the girl, Spencer was still the only drug that Ashley was addicted to. 

Spencer had become Ashley’s unspoken weakness. She had left a scare on the brunette’s chest, from ripping her heart out when she left. To Ashley’s luck, the blond didn’t take her heart with her. She left it there for the older girl to put back in her chest. Ashley had slowly stitched up the large cut over the years. Now, she had a long, dark scar on her chest. It was identical to the one Aiden visibly wore on his chest. 

Ashley stared at the flickering candle light, memories flooding to the girl’s eyes. 

[i] This portrays a striking resemblance to incidents that I’ve, I’ve endured before. [/i]