My Goal

Ashton's POV

"Are you sure you want to do that, Ashton? Are you now ready to face Megan?" My sister asked as she watched me while I was clenching the football ball in my hand.

We were inside my room, and I was leaning on my headboard while she was standing near the open window of my room, and I could feel the night breeze brushing on my skin. It is a starry night, and I can feel the pang on my chest as I remember the many starry nights I spent with Megan in Astikoz hills.

"Yes, I can't take it anymore, Isabelle. I made sure my number was on the cards to all the bouquets I sent her, but I didn't get any text or call from her." I said as I looked at my sister, and I heard her sigh.