ASHLEY'S P.O.V

The side of Kellan's bed dipped with his weight.

I tightened my hold on the comforter, my heart heavy.

“Don’t cry, Ash,” I whispered, afraid that my tears would wake him, and more afraid that it won't. That he wouldn't care if I was crying or not. He certainly didn't care about me. He forgot me. Us.

The tears slipped out anyway.

The clock ticked midnight, and I listened as his breathing evened out. It wasn't always like this, once upon a time, we were a fairytale. We ...