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Ashton's lips press against my forehead gently once Luke and Elle go downstairs. They seemed in a hurry, for what reason I don't know. And I certainly won't follow because things are going smoothly and I don't want to ruin anything.
"Are you any better now?" His sweet voice whispers. I nod and look up at Ashton, smiling.
"She's happy, I'm happy." I know that sounds really cheesy, but that's how our friendship works.
"Awesome," he smiles back. I snuggle close to him, listening to the sound of his steady breaths and heart beat. We went on one date and met each other one other time, yet I feel like I've known him for years.
I feel completely comfortable with him and I feel like myself around him. On our date, I wasn't stiff or nervously awkward like I've been on other dates. Yes, I was sorta nervous, but nothing like I've felt before.
We watch Cal and Mike play video games for a bit before Elle and Luke come back up. Luke joins the game and Elle sits on the couch. Everything seems perfect until Elle shouts, "Shoot! I have work!"
"Oh no! We've got to go! See you guys!" I call as we run out the door and back to her apartment.
Elle races into her room to change while I collapse on the couch, completely out of breath. Within 10 minutes, she comes back out, showered and in her uniform for work. She wears a red polo shirt with khakis, the dress code for target employees.
"And she finishes with ten minutes to spare," Elle bows while she speaks.
I laugh then say, "So we'll definitely have to talk later, but haven't you been missing this while week of work?"
"I was lucky," she says. "I didn't need to work those days because someone else wanted double shifts before they went on vacation so I volunteered to take double this week."
"Perfect timing," I chuckle.
We both pull out our phones for a few minutes, me texting Ash real quick.
Rosie: sorry for leaving so soon, had to get Elle to work :)))) thanks for last night btw... Maybe I can take you somewhere tomorrow?
Then, we both get up going to walk to the target about two blocks down the road. I say bye to Elle and grab a Starbucks drink before leaving and going to sit at the park near by.
I wander over to a bench and take a seat, pulling out my phone. I'm alone for the first time in a few days and it's the time I've been dreading to come. I have to read Spencer's texts and finally officially break up with him.
I scroll through the texts, skimming over what they say. My eyes are basically rolling out of my head, but at the same time my heart is breaking because he's like my brother. And that's the thing that's wrong. He's like my brother, not my lover.
I finish reading what he said and listening to his voicemails and by that time, I'm almost shaking with nerves. As I press the call button, I feel my heart beating rapidly.
It rings once. What if this is the wrong answer, maybe I overreacted...
It rings twice. Maybe he won't pick up and then I can think this over again...
It rings three times. Don't pick up, don't pick up..
And then my heart drops as I hear his voice. "Hello? Rosie?"
"H-hi," I whisper into the line. This will be harder than I thought.
I hear him sigh before saying, "I'm so sorry, I was a jerk and I totally messed up. Please-"
I cut him off saying, "I'm sorry, but I don't think we're meant to be." The line is silent, but he's still on. A tear slides down my cheek.
"Is it because of what I said? I didn't mean it I promise, Rosalyn. I-"
"Please don't make this harder, I-I..." I stutter out.
"No! Rosie don't!" His voice is desperate, pleading, and it hurts me to hear him like this, but it's for the best.
"I-I," I repeat. By now I'm crying silently, not a sob, but a gentle cry. For the pain I'm causing him, for the pain he's causing me. For everything that we had and will no longer be. I've realized that I can't change how I feel for him, or how he feels for me, but that in time we'll both move on, if I haven't already.
"I'm sorry," I finally get out.
Then the line goes dead.