When I saw him with Clementine, I just assumed the worst. Now I felt stupid. And I felt horrible for hurting Ash. We were so perfect but I ruined all of that. I wasn’t even sure if we were still together. It seemed like his final words were a goodbye. And I didn’t blame him for not wanting to be with me. I mooped around the house for the next few days, wishing I could turn back time and undo everything. I wished I had just confronted him at the restaurant. I would have felt stupid anyway, but not quite as stupid as I feel now. And I wouldn’t have hurt Ash. What do I do? I didn’t see Ash for the next few days. He went to school at the same time every morning but I didn’t try to talk to him. The look of anger on his face made me stay away. He probably wanted his space, to get away from me. I stayed home and tried not to leave my apartment. I didn’t feel like doing anything or seeing anyone.
