Ashley's POV

How could she do this?

To me of all people?

How could she do this to me?

All I ever did was love her. That is all I ever did, but now I see that me loving her was never enough. I gave her all of me. I gave her everything that I had, but it wasn't good enough. I'm not good enough.

I don't understand how she could do this to me. I absolutely have no idea why she would do this.

Remembering her confounded eyes back at the cafe, I, myself become confused.

Spencer has known me for so many years.

So why does she choose now?

Why does she choose when I'm the most vulnerable to shatter my heart into thousands of tiny puzzle pieces.

I don't know the answers to any of my questions. But I do know that even though duct tape can fix anything, that there is one thing it can't fix.

My heart.

I lift my body off of the middle of my bed and hang over the edge. I reach under the bed and pat the ground trying to find the photo album. Once I had found it I pulled it up, into my lap. I wipe away the thin sheet of dust that has covered the front, and stare at my hand writing on the cover.

It read Moments with Spencer.

I can't even begin to remember when the last time I looked at this album was. The album itself was worn.

Very worn.

The edges were bent int and there were some scuffs and scratches scattered all over the dark purple covering. The binding had started to come loose, and there were frayed threads coming off of it.

Pretty soon I would need to buy another album and transfer the pictures over.

I slowly open the album and come face to face with a picture of me.

I'm standing alone on the beach. The sun is coming behind me, and I have a big cheesy smile on my face. My arms are looped around air.

As if someone was supposed to be there.

And I remember that day as if it just happened an hour ago. My arms were wrapped around Spencer.

I flip the page and I see the exact same thing.

Empty pictures only filled with me or a couch where Spencer would sleep and I would take the picture.

I repeated this action for awhile.

Me, just flipping through the album.

Just so I can see hundreds of pictures of me or random objects. I looked so happy in the pictures that were taken.

I can only wish that I'll ever be happy again, but looking at this album confirms that Spencer's not real.

Not my Spencer at least.

So I need to move on with my life.

I need to forget about Spencer.

I close the album and walk over to the trash can near my dresser. I gaze at the photo album for one more time.

I need to let go.

I drop the photo album into the trash and make my way downstairs.

I need to talk to my father.

As I walked into the kitchen I see his wild white hair standing attention as he stirred a pot of some sort.

"He dad?" I called to get his attention.

He turned around with a smile and asked "Yes?"

"Well I have a question."

"Ok shoot."

"Well, I've been improving pretty well, and I'm taking my meds. So I was wondering that next year when school starts back up if I could go to college?" I asked hopeful.

"Uh. I don't know Ash-"

"No dad. I'm tired of being the crazy Davies' child. I just want to be normal. I want to go to college, and get to do the things normal college kids get to do. Kyla gets to go, and you know why? Because she's not sick. But I'm getting better dad. You can't deny me this. I have nothing going for me! I want something that I can do and be useful. Something that I can succeed at. So please dad, let me go?"

He sighed loudly and looked at me with his light green eyes. "Fine you can go. But if you so much as fail a single class, I'm pulling you out. You hear me?"

I run over to my father and jump into his arms.

"Thank you daddy, thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"No problem princess."

"Hey Ash, someone's here to see you." I heard Kyla announce.

I walked out of the kitchen and made my way to the foyer where I came face to face with Spencer.

She was here, standing in my house, and Kyla could see her too.

Spencer's POV

Ever since the encounter with the girl at the cafe I've been doing a little bit of research.

The girl told me that her name was Ashley Davies, and that we've known each other since the fifth grade. She even knew that I moved away from L.A.

I started off by going through old elementary school year books, and sure enough there definitely was an Ashley Davies in my class. She looked just like the girl at the cafe.

I just knew that it was her.

Flipping to the back of the yearbook I see it big sloppy hand writing. 'Hey Spence have a great summer I LOVE YOU! BFF! -Ashley.'

That's right, I remember.

Ashley was my best friend before we moved. Moving away from Ashley was one of the most difficult things I've ever had to do. And I regret not telling Ashley before I left that I loved her.

I think back to our encounter at the cafe and smack my self in the head. I immediately feel horrible. Ashley knew who I was, and I just sat there and told her I didn't know her. I needed to find her so I could fix things.

I some more research and found out where Ashley lived. I know it's kind of stalkerish, but I need to make everything right.

Once I pulled up to Ashley's driveway, I thought about turning around and going back home.

But I came here for a reason.

I walked up to her door and knocked. The door opened to reveal a short brunette. She was the girl that was with Ashley at the cafe the other day.

"Hey um is Ashley here?" I questioned.

"Yeah hold on-, wait, you're that girl from the cafe. You made my sister cry. What are you doing here? Come back for round two?"

"Listen I never meant to hurt her ok. I just didn't remember her at the moment, but I remember her now. We were best friends in the fifth grade. I just came to make things right, so can I please see her?" I pleaded.

"Fine but if you hurt her, your face is in the ground. Understand?"

"Yes."

"Hey Ash, someone's here to see you." She yelled then walked up the stairs.

Ashley came walking in a few seconds later and stopped when she saw me.

This was going to be kinda awkward.