𝗔𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗲 𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿𝘀 ↬ she's your basic, molded into the background, type girl. She does everything she can to stay unseen. The only people she can trust are her friends, but they don't even know about all of her trauma. No one does. She's just...
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
There are so many people here. We've already been here for about an hour and my head's been foggy the whole time.
Mindlessly being introduced to countless rich people and eating hor d'oeurvres and drinking champagne (it's really good).
Too many people, too many. This place is huge but with everyone here, it feels like a small little hole. All I can focus on is avoiding Asher, which is hard cause my main job is to act like his girlfriend.
Right now, as I'm sitting here at a rounded table with a fancy tablecloth and circling my champagne glass with my pinkie, I can only think of one thing.
I can't let Asher know how I feel because if I do and it ends badly, he might leave me. And he can't leave me, he can't. I can't let him, I won't let him. I won't tell him anything so I can keep him in my life.
Why did I have to get involved in all this? I wish I never even met him. Well, that's not true. I'm so happy I met him.
"Allie?" I snap my head up and see Asher looking at me curiously. "I said are you okay?"
I look deep into his eyes for a minute, not fully registering what he just asked me. His eyes, his kindness, his everything, oh I can't do this.
I jump up without a second thought and rush away, I need to get out of here. Anywhere but here. But there are too many people and I can't see or breathe or anything I'm just stumbling out through a door and into a deserted hallway, trying to catch my breath.
I can hear a blurred voice calling my name from behind me but I keep going. I don't know how, but soon I start falling, going straight for the floor. I close my eyes bracing for impact but instead, I'm caught by someone.
"Allie? Allie?" The voice becomes more audible as my focus starts to clear and I see Asher standing in front of me holding my shoulders. My Asher.
"Yes?" I say hazily.
"What happened, are you okay?" He asks in a panic.
"I'm fine," I brush off.
He looks at me with concerned eyes and strokes my cheek with his thumb. "I don't think you are," he says more like he's just figuring it out himself. "What's wrong, you've been acting weird all night."
Oh the things I want to say to him.
Did you really pick out my dress?
Please don't leave me, please.
I can't lose you.
I want you more than anything I've ever wanted.
But instead, the words that come out of my mouth are, "Yeah, I'm fine. There's just a lot of people in there is all." I smile trying to convince him.
He nods but doesn't look fully convinced. I glance at his eyes and then in an act of stupidity I wrap my arms around his neck and hold onto him tightly. I just need to hold him one last time before I ice him out completely.
