Amy doesn't know if she can go on any longer... not without him...
(This is a cross over with IvoryWolflin, she has Ashton's thoughts and feelings and I have Amy's. Be sure to read her part!)
I stare at myself in the mirror... "What am I doing...?" I whisper to myself, looking at the new cut on my neck and the small pocket knife in my hand. *knock knock knock* I jump. "Amy, are you awake? I though I heard crying, is everything okay?" I put the neck of my dark purple turtle neck sweater back up and brush my long straight black hair out of my face. I take one more look at my face: A pale complexion with light blue eyes... some people would say I look beatiful, and maybe, just maybe, a few months ago I would have agreed... but now... I shiver, even though the room doesn't seem any colder. I dry my once beatiful twinkling eyes and put on a smile. a fake one, but a convincing one, and open the door.
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