sam.
“We didn’t, and that’s the important thing.”
She’s partially lying. It isn’t the important thing. Sam is on the brink of breaking herself. Holding herself together isn’t an easy task, especially with the rest of them unhinged. She’s bearing her own crosses and digging a grave for the innocent part of her youth. ( Goodbye naivety & optimism… ) A warm hand rests on Ashley’s shoulder then — comforting. Her green eyes are a little jaded, tired, but warm. She’s like a bruised diamond, radiant but still battered.
“—-Would you like some tea? Maybe, it’ll help you relax.”
❛ i guess you’re right... ❜
she let out a shaky breath, thinking about how they could’ve prevented everything from happening. if hannah had decided not to go, or if emily and jess had never convinced any of them to do that PRANK that got them killed, everything would’ve been different. everything would’ve been fine. and she couldn’t help but feel that it was her fault for that, because she was still a part of the prank, and she hated thinking about it, but it was hard not to. ashley’s eyes met with sam’s, warm and welcoming. ❛ --- how are you doing? ❜ she thought that the answer would probably be ‘fine’ or something to that sense. she couldn’t help but worry though, sam had kept her cool through it all, and sam was the most connected to hannah, beth and josh. so she had to ask, right? especially since sam was helping her get through whatever she was going through. ashley wanted to be there for sam too.
she nodded her head, ❛ some tea sounds nice, honestly. ❜
