“You see this bracelet?”
I pick up my black leather bracelet from the floor. I tossed it there two seconds after I came in here. Ashton looks a little confused. Maybe he didn’t notice I wasn’t wearing it.
“I bought this 3 years ago. Do you know why?”
He shakes his head. He looks so innocent, sitting there with his hands in his lap. His eyes hasn’t left mine since I turned around after locking the door.
“It’s just a piece of useless crap. Stay Strong, stay strong my ass. I thought two simple words would help me to be happy, but truth is, it’s just a damn reminder of everything that has happened. I’ve read those words every day for the past 3 years and I’ve never taken it off, until now. Do you know why?”
He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t flinch at me cursing. He doesn’t even shake his head.
“Because a piece of me still believes I can make it. Believes I can stay strong. There is some hope in here” I put my hand on my heart “It’s hidden deep, deep inside. But these past few days made me realize that I won’t stay strong forever. No one can stay strong forever.”
I look down at the piece of leather I’m holding in my hand. The bracelet looks worn out. Big surprise? Not really. This is what happens when you never take it off. Not when you’re sleeping or showering. Not even through airport security even though the security guard tells you to. You just hide it under a long sleeved sweater and act normal.
“Why did you buy it?” Ashton finally decides to open his mouth.
“Now that’s a good question. Why the hell did I buy this shit? It’s kind of obvious, isn’t it?” I raise an eyebrow at him. “Why do people want to ‘stay strong’? Why do people lock themselves in? Ignoring their parents and closing their eyes when they finally finds you? Those are other great questions that I think you’re thinking about.”
He nods. That boy really is curious. I should call him Curious George.
“But I have a question for you…Amy?”
“What about her?”
“Did she really cry?”
Yes, I heard her sobbing through the phone, but I still find it hard to believe that she cried when Ashton broke up with her. It doesn’t sound like her.
“Yes.”
“You made a girl cry,” I say with no expression in my voice.
“It’s not the first time.”
I snap at his words. I feel my heart drop and I gasp.
“I mean…,” he starts but his voice quickly dies out when he sees the look on my face.
Ashton’s got a big mouth but I never thought he’d say something like that.
“Sorry,” he mumbles and looks down.
“It’s true, though. I always end up crying or running away. Do you know what my life story would be called? Running. Because that’s what I do. I run away whenever something happens to me, whether it is something good or bad. What would your story be called?”
“I haven’t thought about it,” he shrugs.
Everyone thinks about it, don’t they? I don’t say that. Maybe it’s just me. I’ve always been weird. I am a loser after all. Amy said it, Christine said it. I bet even my parents have thought it, too.
ASHTON POV
Joselyn’s suddenly stronger. It’s like she finally gained that confident I’ve been trying to give her all this time.
BINABASA MO ANG
Affection // irwin
Fanfiction"I heard you get butterflies in your stomach when you fall in love, or have a crush on someone. I've never experienced it so I didn't know what it meant, until now. My stomach is fluttering and my heart is not beating at normal rate. How did this h...
