ASHLEY
"Sooooo, it's a healthy break up?" Kara shrieks when I stole a glance at the side of the bar where our hockey team is celebrating.
They won the finals and although they already had their victory party, I was just told that they are always here. I don't know why but my automatically search for Beckett.
I wanted to run after him, grab his arm, make him look at me. But my feet stayed rooted to the ground. It was like I was stuck in some bad dream where I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, couldn’t stop him.
We’ve officially ended it that day. I think he officially ended it up with me that day.
I swirled the ice in my drink, the clinking sound almost deafening in my head.
Kara was still staring at me, waiting for an answer. “I mean, yeah, I guess it’s healthy,” I muttered, forcing
