What do we do with a love like this?

--Morgan’s POV--
I watched as Mikayla got up and left and caught her sending me a death glance. Minutes later Ashley leaned down so his lips were at my ear.
“Are you ok? You’ve been acting really off today. And two years ago you were still a little off, but it seems worse now.” Ashley whispered and I bit my lip, staring at the tv.
“I-I’m fine. I’ve just had a long week and wasn’t able to sleep that well,” I lied, well, not exactly lied. I’ve been running around this week due to the anxiety and excitement from seeing them all again; especially Ashley. But things haven’t been that good for me lately. And I don’t know why. It just felt like someone smudged life for me and everything seems so blurry and unclear. And darkened…
“Ok…” Ashley whispered before glancing at me one last time, bringing his attention back to the tv. I felt things worsen up right then and there. He was starting to catch on and that seemed so terrifying.
It seemed like hours until the movie was over, and Mikayla still wasn’t back. I glanced at the time, seeing that it was 6 at night. Still pretty early.
“What do you guys wanna do?” I asked, turning to them since I was at the very end of the couch.
“Truth or dare?” One of them suggested and I smiled, laughing.

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