Ashton's POV
"Are you sure you want to do that, Ashton? Are you now ready to face Megan?" My sister asked as she watched me while I was clenching the football ball in my hand.
We were inside my room, and I was leaning on my headboard while she was standing near the open window of my room, and I could feel the night breeze brushing on my skin. It is a starry night, and I can feel the pang on my chest as I remember the many starry nights I spent with Megan in Astikoz hills.
"Yes, I can't take it anymore, Isabelle. I made sure my number was on the cards to all the bouquets I sent her, but I didn't get any text or call from her." I said as I looked at my sister, and I heard her sigh.
"Ashton, don't expect that Megan will communicate with you. You made her suffer, and eight years is long enough for you to look for her. Do you think Megan still feels the same way towards you? I want you to know that there is a possibility that you will only get hurt in the end." Isabelle declared.
