If you'd told me to wake up and catch you, I would have trailed after you like a prayer to a saint – but you were always too lenient with me.
And I don't know how to beg, so I just slip away.
/ /
Ashley gets off of his bike and her feet feel so heavy on the cracked pavement.
But it is that bolt of blue – fire and ice in one pointed glance – and Ashley wishes for an earthquake.
Then a crack would form beneath her and swallow her whole and there wouldn't be time for accusations… because she would dead and gone, covered in dirt.
Just like Lois Lane in that first Superman film, buried and suffocated – but with no superhero to save her and spin the world 'round again.
But no, it never goes like that.
And Spencer is walking away with too much vengeance in mind.
And Kyla is the girl caught in the middle of this passion play.
And Aiden thinks his silence is charming when it is anything but.
And Ashley doesn't like the girl she has always been anymore.
/ /
She'd give anything to make things right again, to not see love and fuck it up – whether with a boy who gave her a child or with a girl who gave her unconditional devotion or with a sister who gave her tender trust…
…But Ashley is a master of none, not in this lifetime.
And she runs when she gets a head of terrified steam.
She barrels past the barriers and breaks hearts.
She hurts first in order to not hurt last and she always loses out in the end – but never learns the lesson.
But Aiden doesn't get to take her home today.
But Kyla doesn't get to absolve the sins tonight.
But Spencer isn't allowed to just sleep the hours away, in that bed that built everything good.
Ashley throws her books away and cuts her losses.
Again.
/ /
If you'd told me to get up and find you, I would have tracked you like a hunter to the prey – but you were always way too fast for me.
And I don't know how to let you go, so I never hold you.
/ /
::END::
(No disrespect in mentioning an earthquake with all that is going on in Haiti. Promise.)