I loved Ash. I really did. But I was not part of her crowd. She kept me around because her wholesome image was part of the challenge for the guys who flirted with her. And she loved that. I was furiously jealous. I could have left her, but I think she secretly wanted that so she could play the victim. Did this make me angry? Of course. She was using me. After everything I did for her. She didn’t care about me at all.

But my god I could never have killed her. I could live with a broken heart. But not without Ash.