Torn in two...
They were a match made in heaven, they knew it, the whole world knew it. Yet, they were just another victim of destiny's little game. It was funny though, they thought. Were they even born to be together? When all they were left with were pieces of ripped up hearts?
And I know I shouldn't tell you
But I just can't stop thinking of you...
Nothing could get her out of his mind. Nothing could patch up the holes in his broken heart.
It hurt. It still hurts. A lot.
How he missed those times when they were together, unstoppable, when everything was flawless and those moments, the lovebirds themselves, were pure perfection.
Guess fate hated it, hated them and decided to tear them apart to its mere enjoyment. Brusquely and mercilessly.
But that didn't stop him from loving her, even if his love was unreturned. Not that she didn't want to, she couldn't, it was impossible for her to do so and he knew that.
Wherever you are...
No matter how hard he tried, or how agonizing it felt, he still had her tangled in his thoughts, refusing to let go. But he'd rather bear the pain and had her on his mind, than feeling completely dead and empty inside, like a soul that was varnishing into thin air.
No matter where she was at, what she was doing, he would never stop thinking of her, even when she was way out of his grasp, in a parallel universe that was unreachable, the thought of her kept him sane.
Little did he know, where it was higher than any clouds and bluer than any skies that they both couldn't fathom, where it was all peace and love, she was there, whispering those three words that she wished she had told him sooner, before it was too late, those small words that held all of her adoration and regrets for not saying them when they were still audible to his ears.
"I love you."
When I face him again, Ashton is smiling. He leans back slowly in his seat, resting his folded hands on his stomach. "This is gonna be fun."
I narrow my eyes at him. "What's gonna be fun?"
"Winning you over."
I have to bite back the vomit that fights to exit through my mouth. "Excuse me?"
"It's a challenge now."
"Nobody challenged you to anything."
"I have challenged myself."
"Well, that sounds like a personal problem." I grit my teeth. "I am not your challenge."
Ashton just smiles at me. "We'll see about that."
Disclaimer:
-This story is a work of fiction. Some people are real, but situations are entirely mine and made up.
-I took a little bit of liberty as far as how situations that might have happened unfold. I did tons of research, but the plot calls for some changes. Hope you don't mind!
-Mature for frequent swearing and sexual themes
-**Trigger warning** there is a later chapter that deals with mature themes (sexual assault). If you feel the need, please skip the chapter, which will have an additional warning at the top of it.
Cover art credit: picture found on Google, but the "Youngblood" logo is property of 5 Seconds of Summer