"I feel like this is my fault." Ashton whispers to me outside of the hospital room I'm checked in at. "It's not. I should have been paying attention that's all." "You almost died." "But I didn't." "You act like you aren't happy you're alive. It's a miracle that you are only scratched up." "Ashton,I'm more than happy. I'm thankful." "You don't act like it," I take her hand. "I just want you to be safe." "Ashton,you know tha-" "Emily,I know. I know that you don't think an us can work out,but I'm still gonna try to get you back." I smile. "Tough luck,buddy." I say and open the door. He follows me into the room.