A/N: I sadly do not own SoN
"Ashley..."
The brunette doesn't listen. She walks past the blonde, not even glancing at her, and begins grabbing random objects, and hurtling them towards the floor.
"Ashley." the voice is louder, more demanding.
Yet the brunette continues to ignore the blonde, and she goes on with her rampage, and just as she picks up a picture frame, she feels a hand close over her wrist.
The touch is not rough, on the contrary, it's soft, gentle, and firm.
And that enough grabs Ashley Davies' attention.
She blinks, surprised, and her shoulders sag. Her eyes slowly drift towards the floor, and she quietly begins to sob.
"Why did she have to go?"
The blonde shakes her head sadly, "I wish I knew, Ashley. I wish I knew."
"I loved-love her..." and with those words, the young girl turns towards the woman holding her wrist.
And much to her surprise, Spencer's mother doesn't look angry, annoyed, or frustrated. Her eyes hold an extent of sadness behind them, and she pulls Ashley in for a hug.
"I know."
They stand there for a moment, silently hugging one another, tears streaming down both faces. For the first time, Ashley Davies is getting along with Paula Carlin.
Ashley then pulls away, wiping her face on the sleeve of her shirt. Her hand unconciously tightens over the frame in her hand, "I think I'll go now..." her voice trailing off as she looks around at the mess she has created. Papers, pictures, pieces of glass, clothes, and other things scattered all over the floor.
"It's fine, Ashley." the older woman speaks, referring to the mess.
The brunette shakes her head, "No, I should clean this up." she gazes at Paula, who nods, and leaves the room.
The door closes behind her, and as soon as it does, Ashley lets herself fall onto the bed, and feels something drop from her hand. Picking up the object, she stares at the picture, tears sliding down her face again.
She turns over so that she is lying on her stomache, and she rests her forehead against the cool object, memories running through her head.
Her eyelids grow heavy, and she closes her eyes, drifting off to sleep for the first time in three days. And as she does, she whispers to the messy room, "I love you...Spencer."
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Ashley wakes with a start, and for a moment, she swears that she can feel Spencer running her fingers through her hair. But she blinks, and the feeling dies.
She sighs, and recalls the dream she had had last night. A dream of a memory...
"Spence?"
The couple is sitting under a large tree. Resting in the shade during a hot summer day. A soft breeze flies by, making the leaves rustle, a relaxing sound reaching the girls' ears.
The brunette watches the blonde, "What are you doing?"
Spencer has her eyes closed, and is whispering something into her hands. She pauses briefly, then lifts her hands towards the sky, as if she was releasing something.
Her eyes open slowly, a startling blue color contrasting against the darkness of the shade of the tree, "I was wishing."
Ashley smiles softly, puzzled, but at the same time, amazed at the innocence and honesty of the blonde, "Wishing?"
Spencer turns her head to look at her girlfriend, "Yeah...when I was younger, someone told me that making a wish and then letting it fly up to heaven would make that wish come true for sure."
Brown eyes then met blue ones, and the greatest feeling of being safe, relaxed, and content, rushed through both girls.
Ashley opens her eyes, feeling a painful wrench inside of her, and once again, she can feel tears threatening to fall.
And in one more desperate action, she makes a wish.