Over Again


Ashlyn Rose was your typical hormonal teenager, She did typical teenager things; listened and played music, hung-out with friends and obsessed over boys. There was this one boy in particular though, who changed Ashlyn's world upside-down. But with him gone, she finds herself lost; with no one to trust. When she could potentially find love again will she let them in? or lock them out?


29. 27 Days

Harry's POV

Step One : Letters

Step Two : Song

Step Three : Confess Love

Step Four : Apology

Step Five : Kiss

My plan seemed foolproof. Ashlyn will be mine once more. The only bump in the road would be that Faith is constantly riding my ass about everything I do. She almost killed me when she found that I was texting Gemma. Gemma. My sister. I mean are you serious?

Crazy right?

Anyway, Step One was underway. I had written Ashlyn a letter for everyday she's been gone. 27 letters. It may not seem like long, but when you love someone as much as I love Ash, it's like an eternity. I fastened the letters together in a bundle and made my way to my car. I opened my door, slid in, placed the bundle on the passenger seat, and turned the key in the ignition. Here goes nothing.

Ashlyn's POV

27 days without Harry.

Without warmth.

Without shelter.

Heat nor laughs.



Or myself.

27 days, without myself. I was gone. Nowhere to be found. The person in the mirror was not me; I was not her.

She was skinny; bones protruding.

She was pale; ghostly white.

She was weak; all muscles gone.

Her eyes were hollowed out; no spark inside.

She was not me.

I was not her.

Harry's POV

Her flat was silent. Not a noise. Not a sound. I tried the door knob; it turned with ease, gliding open.

Well, that's not safe.

I'll maybe not mention that to her. Yeah, let's not. I pushed my body through the open doorway and hitched the door shut behind my back. All the lights were off and again, not a sound was heard in any which direction. I craned my head to the left, searching the kitchen. Nothing.

I looked to the right. Nada.

'Check her room'

Following my conscience, I walked down the hall towards her room. Her door was shut. I carefully placed my hand on the knob and turned it gently. I peered across the room:

Desk; empty.

Dresser; empty.

Bathroom; door is closed, not entirely sure.

Bed; empty.

Walking towards the bathroom, my stomach churns. Something isn't right here. I reached out and pushed the door open, revealing Ashlyn sitting on the floor, staring at her reflection.

"Ash?" my voice was dry and hoarse when it came out but it was enough to be audible. She didn't move. She didn't meet my eyes, she hardly looked as of she was breathing.

"Ashlyn?" My breath hitched in my throat when I saw it. I should feel attracted to her, seeig her like this but that wasn't the girl I fell madly in love with. That was not my Ashlyn. My Ashlyn had sparkly eyes, that glimmered like diamonds. She had a smile that put the pearliest of pearls to shame. And her bum, oh don't even get me started on the ass of this girl. But this girl wasn't here, but yet she was replaced with a look-alike. A skinny, hollowed, pale, barely living look-alike.

Ashlyn's eyes drifted painfully slow up the length of the mirror and met mine. Tears welled in her eyes. Tears welled in her dull, dull eyes. I had caused this. This was my doing. I had cause my Ash to be pushed over the edge; to be pushed until she's broken.

"Doesn't seem like much, does it? Nearly a month." She stopped and looked me dead in the eyes. "27 days is all it takes to be completely broken."

And with that she closed her eyes and lifted her arm. I was froze to my spot. I wasn't frozen because of her words, although they were a contributing factor, but I was frozen because of the glistening object in her hand; because of the knife she was holding above her heart.

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