ashlyn banner.

the name of the woman you love, the woman you’d kill for.

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the group forgot about you. they had ran, you being held back by a phantom, you were surprised you haven’t died, yet.

ashlyn came. running, her sneakers almost broken, like your converse. she killed that phantom, the screech making her stumble back, the impact off your body making you want to collapse into ashlyn’s arms and cry. but you didn’t, you two just went back to the walls of the bus yard.