Who: Ashleigh Donovan What: Leaving Neil's place & abandoning her phone & journal Where: Neil's new home When: Recently Warnings/Rating: Just Ash being an angstmuffin. Move along.
There were tears burning behind her eyes as she gathered up the few things she had brought with her to Neil's, the words from all of them burning a fierce wound into her heart. She shoved her feet into her shoes and forewent any attempts to lace them, her purse thrown over her shoulder as she pushed out into the Vegas evening. Ashleigh could feel her heart hammering in her chest, a furious rhythm that left her cheeks flushed as she stormed down the street, and it wasn't long before the tears were flowing freely.
None of them wanted her around, not when it came down to it. Just harsh words thrown her way as though she had done all of this on purpose, as though she had chosen to be fond of Alexander Murphy just to piss the lot of them off. None of them seemed to realise that she was just trying to make the best out of a situation that truly, utterly, sucked, and judging by Louis' last response to everything, they were likely glad to be rid of her. Down the street she continued, wiping at her eyes with the heels of her hands, though the tears refused to stop. They just kept falling, hot and salty, down her cheeks, and it wasn't long before she had to stop, her breath coming in great gasps with her sobs, crouching down on the sidewalk with her purse coming to fall down her arm to the pavement.
"What am I going to do?" she sobbed into her hands, fingers burying themselves into the hair along her hairline, tangling there as her fingers curled into fists. The answer seemed obvious, just do what everyone else wanted her to do. Stop seeing Alexander because he was obviously a horrible monster of a man who tried to have Sam killed.
Or at least that's what everyone else's opinion, and of course they were right. At least that's what they all wanted her to believe. But Ash couldn't bring herself to believe that. She knew there was something dark about Alexander, had seen it for herself, but she didn't believe him to be a murderer. To be this person that they all painted him as. But no one listened to her, no one wanted to hear a word of what she had to say. They just wanted her to do what made them happy, fuck whatever it was that she wanted.
She could feel that tightness in her chest again, and Ashleigh gave an angry swipe at her wet eyes and runny nose with the back of her hand. Digging into her purse sitting on the pavement near her, Ash pulled out her phone and the handwritten journal that she had received upon her return to Las Vegas. It was opened to the last conversation with Louis and Sam, and she ran her finger over the words, smearing her own ink into something completely unreadable. Her eyes started to sting once again with tears but before they could overwhelm her, she gave a hard shake of her head and pushed herself up to her feet once again. A glance around found a public trash can nearby, next to a bus stop, and both items were shoved in there, and then with her arms wrapped around herself, Ash continued down the road in search of a place where she didn't feel so out of place at.