Ashely P.O.V.

I am sitting here watching that asshole walking out of the cafeteria door. I sighed. Why did he have to say that to me?

"I am sorry," he said and kissed my forehead, and he left me with my heart beating fast, and I wanted to grab him and kiss him.

But he just let go and walked away.

I am confused. Part of me wants to run after him, and the other part of me says good to leave. I am torn about what to do.

Why do I have to feel anything but hate for him after all these years? How he would torture me and...