Ashley's POV
"I won't say, I won't beg again, just come back from the cliff, please," Dante begged, raising his hands in surrender.
"Can I ask you a question, Dante?" I took a few steps away from the cliff.
"Anything," Dante answered.
"Why are you here?" I asked, sitting back on the floor.
"I can't stay without—"
"Bullshit," I spat, "You stayed weeks without me, and looking at you I think you added weight." I was lying.
Dante didn't add weight, he was looking sick. Staring close into his eyes you'd know he had barely slept, but I couldn't believe it.
His actions and everything showed he was sorry, and maybe he didn't believe every lie Celine said about me, but the letters... How did I receive them? Who sent them?
"It's the truth, Ashley."
"Why did you send the letters? Two of them." I glared at him.
