In the room, he found the source of the singing. It was the girl from the photograph- she sat in a chair, facing away from him. Dakota furrowed his brow- while the building was indeed formless, the woman was vivid and bright, each color distinct and vibrant. Her ginger brown hair swayed slightly as the woman suddenly turned her head, glancing at Dakota. Emerald green eyes watched him, and the singing stopped.
If you’re careful, you might hear the faint sound of singing, but she stops if you get too close and each time it takes longer before she starts again.
Wowwwww, okay so Jack wrote this great Ashota fic for a fic trade with Sarah and byeeeeeee my fragile heart!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I just had to try and draw this part, I could just super see it in my mind
*cries*
plz read the fic, it broke my hearttttttttttttt </333333
I guess you could say Ashley is totally… DREAMY.
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