What do we do with a love like this?

--Ashley’s POV--

She looked so beautiful while she was sleeping. I held her in my arms, her head against my chest and she dreamt away. I kissed her forehead.
“I love you, Morgan. More than you realise…” I whispered, brushing a chunk of hair out of her face.

...The Next Morning…

I found Morgan sitting downstairs wearing panties and a black t shirt sipping a cup of coffee. She wasn’t watching anything, just staring at the window.
“Morgan? You ok?” I asked, walking towards her slowly.
“I need to tell you something…” She responded, still staring wide-eyed at the window.
“Yeah?” I asked, sitting down next to her. She put her cup down.
“In the two years I haven’t seen you...I...I almost killed myself…” She whispered and my eyes widened as big as hers.
“W...Why didn’t you tell me before?” I asked and she just shrugged.
“Are you ok now?” I asked another question. She nodded.
“As long as you are ok, I’m ok,” I said pulling her into a side hug.
“I love you, Ashley,” she said.
“I love you, too, Morgan.”

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