you were at your absolute lowest low. You didn’t even recognize yourself in the mirror anymore.

you would stare at yourself for almost an hour in the mirror. You would cry. You felt entirely unloved.

you were on a school trip. Since your friends left you, you got a room with one bed. You had no idea you’d be sharing it with your crush. You cried in the shower. Before you went to sleep. Any time you could. You looked depressed. You wore baggy clothes now and stopped dressing cute even though you had cute clothes.

you were unpacking when he walked into the room. Ashton. Your crush that rejected you like ten times.

you froze.

he scoffed.

he flopped his junk on her bed. I mean their bed.

“You can probably sleep in that chair.” Ashton said opening his bag.

That night you did sleep in that stupid chair. But you cried. It tugged on Ashton’s heartstrings.

he sat up.

“Fine you can come in the bed.” he said as you got up and patted over to the bed.