eighty-five // desperately

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"ashton!" i call after him. a glimpse of his shirt disappears into his room. my footsteps quicken to the door, right as i'm getting ready to sprint inside, the bedroom door slams in front of my face. my hand desperately twists the doorknob. locked. just my luck. balling up my fist, i knock on the door, "please open the door, ashton!"

no reply. shaking my head, i walk away from the door. who just kisses someone and runs away from them? with mixed emotions, i pull on my winter boots and coat before walking out the house.

xx // ashton irwinWhere stories live. Discover now