Ashleigh Z.

I miss you Annabeth. I know it__ wrong, but I can__ stop thinkin_ about you. I think about you all the damn time.

The longer we spent together, the more she discovered about me. The things I didn't want her to know. The darkness and the anger and the pain.

Maybe it was that brokenness inside of Bentley that I recognized and drew me to him, I didn't know. I just remember thinkin' how I wanted to know more about him. And I wanted to make him smile. Cause' that boy never smiled.

She was trying to hide it, the pain I had caused her again. Because she knew how much those tears destroyed me.

I just can__ do it anymore. It__ too painful. It doesn__ mean I__ over you, it means I__ not going to waste the rest of my life being haunted by your memory.

I couldn__ control my heart as it thumped out of control in my chest, insistent on remindin_ me that it was still in there. That it was still beating. For damn Archer Beaufait.

When I think about you with him, it guts me. I feel like you ripped open my chest and tore out my damn heart. Do you even realize that? I know I should want you to be happy, but I can__ wish it for anyone else other than me. I belong to you, and that__ never going to change.

It wasn't fair to pull her into that vortex, because I couldn't be fixed. And Roxy was a fixer. She thought she could help me, I could see it in her eyes.

Roxy was my breath of fresh air. My soft place to land. She was home to me.

I just can__ do it anymore. It__ too painful. It doesn't mean I__ over you, it means I__ not going to waste the rest of my life being haunted by your memory.

With a heavy heart, I pulled out my own pocket knife, and carved three little words beneath Archer__. A plea and a wish, in a form I could never take back. Return to me.