Getting broken up with was one thing Aliana Haven was used to. Her first years of High School mostly consisted of heartbreaking break-ups. But on top of all that, she has to deal with the remnants of sadness left behind after her mother left her and...
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Aliana's POV
I padded down the stairs quietly that night. I just couldn't sleep with everything going through my mind. I had felt so horrible after the kiss earlier, so horrible that I just laid in my bed the whole day, crying to myself.
But I couldn't have done anything differently. My only option was to push him away, to save myself and him. I would just end up hurting him because I was hurting myself by letting myself love again.
I went to the kitchen table and sat down quietly before pulling my phone from my hoodie pocket. I had five unread texts from Ashton.
I took a breath and opened them.
(2:47 PM) Ash: Please call me, Alibear.
(3:23 PM) Ash: Please Al, I'm sorry.
(4:51 PM) Ash: I messed up.
(8:09 PM) Ash: Please, Ali. Answer my calls.
(12:28 AM) Ash: My life is too bland without you, Alibear. I mean, Aliana. I don't have the right to call you that. Please call me, I need to hear your voice.
A tear ran down my cheek as I read the last one as I replied.
Me: Call me.
I hastily wiped the tear away and sat my phone on my lap. I had never cried this much in such a short amount of time.
My phone rang on my lap and I picked it up. I waited a second before answering, wondering if this was the right thing to do. But I clicked 'answer' before I thought too much about it. I put the phone to my ear and gulped.
"Hi."
"Ali, I'm so glad you asked me to call you. I couldn't sleep. I just wanted to hear your voice," Ashton said.
I ran my fingers over the table as I spoke, my voice as quiet as a mouse. "Well, here's my voice."
He was silent for a second before he chuckled quietly. "Yeah." He paused. "So, I just wanted to say I was sorry. I messed up."
"Ash, you didn't do anything wrong," I answered right away, not wanting him to blame himself.
"Yes, I did," he said grudgingly.
I sighed through my nose before replying. "No, you didn't."
"How?" he whispered. I wanted to just jump through the phone and hug him but I was here and he may have just as well have been a million miles away. He sounded so broken. I probably sounded equally broken.
"Because I'm the one who pushed you away. I'm the one who is too stubborn to realize that kissing you was the most amazing thing I had ever done. I'm the one who should've stayed there with you, indulging every second of your affection, but I was, and still am, too stuck on the idea that in time, I'm going to be hurt. And, the more I feel for you, the worse it will be." I took a breath.
