Title: Forgotten
Summary: A year on a victim of the prom shooting is remembered…
Disclaimer: Don't own South of Nowhere or anything related to the show.
Rating: PG
A/N: Spashley. Character death and spoilers for the end of S2.
365 days. 12 months. 1 year. Isn't it supposed to hurt less now? Everyone acts like it's not that big a deal now; just because they can't see how much it's tearing me up anymore. Her mom doesn't care. I think she likes her life better without the burden of a child…like she ever had a childhood. She grew up too fast…died to quickly.
She died a year ago today. Everyone else acts like it was ten years ago. They've started to forget her. No one talks about Ashley Davies anymore, not at home or school. Just me.
I won't forget a second I spent with her, at the beach, in class, in her room. It took so long for us to get together that we barely had any time when we did. Three months. That's all we had before she left me.
Worst of all it should have been me. Storming away from her at the prom, I'd stopped to argue with her, screamed for her to make up her mind and then it happened. Those gang members drove by and opened fire on anyone and everything, and Ashley chose. She pushed me out of the way, leaving Aiden to take care of himself, but no one saved her. It should have been me who died in the hospital. Should have been cautious little Spencer Carlin that died. I could never leave the same mark on the world as Ashley could have.
Could. Would. Should. These words plague my life. I spent so much time thinking of how Ashley's life could have been that I forget to live my own.
After the shooting mom and dad moved us back home. It's the first time in almost a year that I've been back in LA. I stand on the rooftop that we spread Ashley's father's ashes from, only months before we did the same for her, and look down at the strip. All the little people moving along happily. Do any of them even remember Ashley Davies?
Fin.