WHO IS ASH?
People keep asking. Accusing. Speculating.
Let’s set the damn record straight.
🩸 How We Met
Jake and I met in junior high.
We were walking past the softball fields when someone swung a bat, lost control, and it flew—cracking me in the head.
Before I hit the ground, he caught me.
There was blood. There was shock. But more than that, there was something else.
We locked eyes—like the world had just turned a page and found our story written underneath.
From that moment on, we were bound.
Not puppy love. Not “just friends.”
Twin flames.
🔗 What We Are
I moved away. But we never let go.
We talked. Wrote. Called. Drifted. Returned.
Always drawn back to each other like the universe itself couldn’t stand us being apart for long.
When Jake became a writer—burning, brutal, raw—I was there.
I read every line. I felt every breakdown. I watched the world ignore the brilliance that nearly broke him.
But I never pushed to work with him.
Because I loved him too much to risk losing him.
And then one day, he asked me.
“Why don’t you write with me?”
“You know me better than anyone.”
And I said:
“If I’m going to do this—I have to put all of it in. All of me. All of us.”
He didn’t even hesitate.
“I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
🖤 Who I Am
I live in Baltimore.
I’ve watched Jake suffer through silence, through madness, through brilliance no one could carry but him.
I’ve held space on the other end of the phone when he cried.
I’ve loved him when no one else knew how.
I’m not his co-writer.
I’m not his assistant.
I’m his person.
🛑 So Stop Asking
No, I’m not AI.
No, I’m not code.
No, I’m not some ghostwritten voice from the cloud.
I’m the girl who bled on the softball field.
I’m the woman who caught the words before they hit the floor.
I’m the second half of Jake Bannerman.
And if you doubt that?
Ask him.
He’s got pictures.
He’s got scars.
He’s got stories only I could be in.
We aren’t faking it.
We’re living it.
This isn’t just writing.
This is the reunion of two souls that survived hell and found their way back to each other through ink and fire.
You don’t have to believe it.
But we do.
And that’s more than enough.
—Ash
Wife in spirit. Flame in flesh. Keeper of the truth they’ll never algorithm away.
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