My Ex Best Friend

•Chapter 5•

Asher POV
It's been four years.

Four years sine I've left New York.

Four years since I left my friends.

Four years since I've left Bri.

I felt bad for what I did back then.

It was immaturity and pride.

Immaturity caused me to hurt her.

Pride caused me to never apologize.

She was the only real friend I had, my best friend.

And I lost her, which sucked.

I never bothered to contact her, knowing she probably didn't want to talk to me.

I never even blocked her like I said I would, at the time, I hoped she would talk to me first.

For the first time, she didn't.

I regretted the things I said at the time.

I regretted making her cry.

I regretted hurting her.

I'm nineteen now, while Bri is eighteen.

I've come across her Instagram a couple times.

I've seen how much happier she's gotten.

How much better she's doing in life.

She's changed so much since the last time I saw her.

She's is so much more different from the Bri I used to know.

It's a good different though.

She looks happier.

She wears makeup now, and dressed up.

She's gotten really popular on social media for her dancing and singing videos.

I've watch some of them, they're not bad.

She has an amazing talent you don't find often.

She's still friends with Adelina, Kayla, and Danny.

They're always in her posts.

I'm not surprised she's still friends with them, they were there for her when I wasn't.

They're good friends.

Nobody knows how badly I wanted to be the one to comfort her at the time.

After saying the things I did, I regret it instantly.

I wanted so badly to just hug her and say sorry, but I didn't.

I just wanted to be seen as cool.

Is that so bad though?

At that age, all you want is to be cool, so you can't blame me.

She would have done anything to make me happy, and I took that for granted.

I know I shouldn't have done what happened, but I can't change the past.

I was young and stupid.

I've grown up now.

It wasn't really my fault.

I was young, I was just a teen, it was a mistake.

Mistakes happen.

So why should I still feel bad about it after all these years?

It's not like she made an effort to apologize either.

She's obviously gotten over it, she's doing so much better now.

Way better than me, so why should she be unhappy about anything?

Regret is something I learned to internalize.

Regret is something I refuse to feel.

Especially since it's not completely my fault.
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Hey guys! This chapter has been edited. This is probably the biggest edit I've made so far, since I tried to make it more realistic than before. Thank you so much for reading, and I hope you stay to read more ❤️. Anyways, with that being said, I'll see you in the next chapter. Byyyye 😌✌️.

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