The way that Sal would linger his gaze on Ashley’s unmistakeable perfect face for a bit longer than he should’ve, the way that his voice would get all high pitched and stammer-y when he talked to her, or even just the way that he’d seem to brighten up in spirits when he was around her. It all connected back to one person, and that would be Sal Fisher. (Name) knew the reason why they felt their throat tighten up at the sight of her. Ash was nice, talented, and respectable, but for some reason (Name) couldn’t help but narrow their gaze every time they saw Ashley. They couldn’t help it-if they could, they wouldn’t. There weren’t any notable qualities of hers that were generally dislikable…So why did (Name) resent her so?Īshley Cambell-she’d been there longer than (Name) had, and honestly (Name) didn’t have any reason to dislike her…But they did. Well this fic wasn’t supposed to go the way it did….but it did.
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