Ashley's POV

I was happy one moment and then I wasn't. I keep going back to that moment where I was happy and content, keep rewinding it. It is my happy place because everything else in my life seems empty right now. I miss my life with David so much. Everything I do lately reminds me of him which makes everything so much more difficult.

It's been a week since he said he needs some time apart. He has been radio silent ever since. I've been so tempted to call him, check on him but it seems unfair to him. Everything he said that day hit the right cord. He was right. Ever since I've met him he has been nothing but supportive. He accepted me, made me happy, made me believe in love again and I hurt him.

I keep my past so close to my heart that is restricting me to let go completely. I keep reliving my mistakes rather than forgiving myself. Every day I think about something relating to my past life. In theory, I understand how wrong I am but practically, I can't seem to detach myself.

I haven't had a peaceful goodnight's sleep in a long time. I don't feel the joy or happiness in anything. I don't enjoy my work or anything for that. I don't even know where we stand in our relationship.

There was this uncertainty about our relationship that keeps bothering me. He just vanished and hasn't said anything for the past week. The vague nature of this entire thing makes me anxious. I don't even know if he still loves me or if he still wants to be with me. It is all a bunch of questions with no answers to be found.

Nothing seemed important, I was just going through days because I had to, there was nothing to look forward to.

"Ms. Walker?" Someone screamed my name and broke my thoughts. I realized I zoned out in the middle of the meeting.

"Hm? Sorry. You were saying?"

"Your phone has been vibrating for quite a while now," Mr. Lee said

I sighed and turned my phone off without looking at it. I was sure it was my mother calling me again to check how I was doing. She has been calling me four times a day now. I've assured her several times now that I'm okay but she wouldn't quit.

Just five minutes into resuming the meeting my secretary knocks in the conference room. She enters with a puppy dog face. She is aware of how much I hate when she interrupts my meetings.

"What is it?" I snapped at her. I was having a bad day, an incredibly bad day.

"Um. Yeah, Mr. Vince called and-"

I sat up straight. She immediately had my attention with that sentence "David called you?"

"He said you weren't picking up his calls so he wanted to make sure you were okay" I immediately switched on my phone.

"What did he say?"

"Yeah, maybe, I should tell you after the meeting. It is kinda personal" she was shifting her weight continuously. I make her very nervous.

"I don't care" I turned to the people in the room "do you any of you care?" I glared at them and all of them shook their heads no. "Great, speak up"

"He said it was your turn to do the laundry and since you didn't do it, he has nothing to wear"

I smiled so big I could feel it "he is home?"

"Mhmm," she said yes

I sprung from my chair and picked up my stuff and made my way to leave. I hugged my secretary which completely shocked her.

"We'll reschedule this meeting"

I didn't care about anything but the fact that David was home and he was worried about me.

I rushed home. I just wanted to see him and make sure she truly was at home. I entered and he was sitting on the couch, watching television. All of a sudden, it felt like normal.

He switched off the television as soon as he noticed me and gave me a small smile. It was enough to get my heart racing.

"You're home?"

He nodded "I am. I'm sorry I didn't call you, I was at my mom's place and I wanted some space... I guess"

"Then why did you return?" I wanted to know where he stood, where our relationship stood. I can't live in this vague state anymore.

"Because it wasn't working. I was missing you and I hated being apart so I figured that it is better if I return so we could fight about it until we're exhausted and then talk about it until we're normal."

I was so happy, so relieved. He didn't give up on me. He truly loves me even when I couldn't. He wanted to fight. I don't think I've been more excited about a fight.

"You're not leaving?"

"Why would I leave? This is my home. You don't escape from your home when things get tough rather you stick around until you figure it out."

I had tears pooling in my eyes. I didn't deserve him. I don't how I end up with him. Maybe some good karma, but I'm so glad that he is my mine.

"You think you could kiss me before we start fighting?"

He chuckled "you wanna fight?"

"Yeah, I do, we both need that but before we get into it, I would like you to kiss me"

He made his way to me. He had a faint smile on his face, so did I. He stood in front of me. I could smell his cologne. He leaned in and held my grace for a while before putting his lips on mine. I closed my eyes and pulled him closer. I had missed this so much.

At that moment I was sure we were going to be okay. I've never had this much faith in anyone or anything that I had at this moment. For the first in a long, I believed that it'll be okay.