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โ› โ”โ” (๐ˆ๐๐’๐“๐€๐™œ๐™ง๐™–๐™ข๏ผ) โ”โ” โœ๏ฝกหš
@๐™–๐™ซ๐™–๐™๐™ช๐™œ๐™๐™š๐™จ ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜€ ๐—ท๐˜‚๐˜€๐˜ ๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฑ!

โ—โ—‹โ—‹โ—‹

โ—‹โ—โ—‹โ—‹

โ—‹โ—‹โ—โ—‹

โ—‹โ—‹โ—‹โ—

โ™ฅ๏ธŽ ๐™ก๐™ž๐™ ๐™š๐™™ ๐™—๐™ฎ @๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ถ๐˜€๐—ฎ๐—ฎ๐—ฑ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿณ,๐Ÿฏ๐—ธ ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ง๐™จ.
๐™–๐™ซ๐™–๐™๐™ช๐™œ๐™๐™š๐™จ: ๐—ฎ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ ๐—ฏ๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐˜†!!

๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐˜„ ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜๐˜€.

@๐™ฃ๐™ž๐™˜๐™๐™ค๐™ก๐™–๐™จ๐™–๐™ก๐™š๐™ญ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™๐™š๐™ง๐™˜๐™๐™–๐™ซ๐™š๐™ฏ: ๐—ฏ๐—ถ๐—ด ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ ๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฝ!!
๐Ÿฏ๐—ต๐—ฟ ๐—ฎ๐—ด๐—ผ ๐‘๐„๐๐‹๐˜
โคฟ @๐™–๐™ซ๐™–๐™๐™ช๐™œ๐™๐™š๐™จ: ๐˜†๐˜‚๐—ต๐—ต๐—ต

@๐™š๐™ก๐™ž๐™จ๐™–๐™–๐™™๐™ก๐™š๐™ง: ๐—ฐ๐˜‚๐˜๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐˜€
๐Ÿญ๐—ต๐—ฟ ๐—ฎ๐—ด๐—ผ ๐‘๐„๐๐‹๐˜

@๐™š๐™ซ๐™š๐™ก๐™ฎ๐™ฃ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™๐™š๐™ง๐™จ๐™ค๐™ฃ: ๐—ถ๐˜ ๐—ด๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐—น ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ด๐—น๐—ผ๐˜„๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด!!
๐Ÿฐ๐—ต๐—ฟ ๐—ฎ๐—ด๐—ผ ๐‘๐„๐๐‹๐˜
โคฟ @๐™–๐™ซ๐™–๐™๐™ช๐™œ๐™๐™š๐™จ: ๐—บ๐—ถ๐˜€๐˜€ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ด๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ฒ

@๐™˜๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ง๐™–๐™จ๐™๐™š๐™ง: ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ ๐˜€๐—ฎ๐—ณ๐—ฒ
๐Ÿฎ๐—ต๐—ฟ ๐—ฎ๐—ด๐—ผ ๐‘๐„๐๐‹๐˜
โคฟ @๐™–๐™ซ๐™–๐™๐™ช๐™œ๐™๐™š๐™จ: ๐—ฎ๐˜„ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐—ณ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น๐˜† ๐—ณ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฑ๐—น๐˜†
โคฟ@๐™ข๐™ž๐™ก๐™š๐™จ๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ก๐™ก๐™–๐™˜๐™š: ๐—ถ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ธ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜'๐˜€ ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜ ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜
โคฟ@๐™–๐™ซ๐™–๐™๐™ช๐™œ๐™๐™š๐™จ: ๐—ณ๐˜‚๐—ฐ๐—ธ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚

@๐™ช๐™ฃ๐™ ๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ฌ๐™ฃ: ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐˜€๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฑ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ต๐—ถ๐—บ ๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐˜€๐—บ?
๐Ÿฎ๐—ต๐—ฟ ๐—ฎ๐—ด๐—ผ ๐‘๐„๐๐‹๐˜

@๐™ฃ๐™ž๐™˜๐™๐™ค๐™ก๐™–๐™จ๐™˜๐™๐™–๐™ซ๐™š๐™ฏ๐™›๐™–๐™ฃ: ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ณ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐˜‚๐˜€ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜!!
๐Ÿญ๐—ต๐—ฟ ๐—ฎ๐—ด๐—ผ ๐‘๐„๐๐‹๐˜

@๐™ฃ๐™ž๐™˜๐™๐™ค๐™ก๐™–๐™จ๐™–๐™ก๐™š๐™ญ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™๐™š๐™ง๐™˜๐™๐™–๐™ซ๐™š๐™ฏ: ๐—ฝ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜๐˜๐˜†
๐Ÿฐ๐—ต๐—ฟ ๐—ฎ๐—ด๐—ผ ๐‘๐„๐๐‹๐˜
โคฟ @๐™–๐™ซ๐™–๐™๐™ช๐™œ๐™๐™š๐™จ: ๐Ÿฉท

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โ› โ”โ” (๐‘๐„๐€๐‹ ๐™ก๐™ž๐™›๐™š๏ผ) โ”โ” โœ๏ฝกหš

๐€๐•๐€ ๐–๐€๐’ ๐‹๐˜๐ˆ๐๐† ๐Ž๐ ๐‡๐„๐‘ ๐๐„๐ƒ ๐–๐€๐“๐‚๐‡๐ˆ๐๐† ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐‚๐„๐ˆ๐‹๐ˆ๐๐†, she and Nicholas arrived in America a couple of hours ago, they already did a lot of activities and this was the first moment she rested. Her plan was to start writing her novel but she didn't have the energy. Her thoughts walked around the ceiling through her eyes, Ava could see every word she thought of in front of her. She thought about her situation with Nicholas, they had been overly flirty sometimes but she didn't think anything of it. She thought it was just funny because he helped her with inspiration for her novel.

Ava was reminiscing on their last couple of days together, their date, him tucking her into bed, asking her to America them being together in general. She knew how it looked for others but it was the first time in months she truly felt happy.

But there still was something lingering inside of her. She wanted to be happy for herself but couldn't fully, it saddened her. Most people would be happy to feel that way, but Ava couldn't let herself.

A soft knock was heard against the door.

Ava didn't respond, she still was deep in her thoughts. The person knocked a couple times after the first time.

"Ava, are you okay?" Nicholas's voice awaked Ava from her thoughts. "Can I come in?"

"Yes."

The door knob turned and the door opened, revealing Nicholas. He was wearing a grey hoodie with some matching sweatpants. He sat at the end of her bed, his gaze fixating on her.

"Is there something wrong Av?" Nicholas whispered carefully. He didn't want to provoke something that wasn't there, but he was a bit concerned.

"I don't know, I'm very content and happy at the moment, but there is this lingering feeling in my body that tells me not to be either of those things." Ava explains, she was still watching the ceiling.

"Sometimes it's okay to feel that way, I don't think anyone can be truly happy and content. But I think you deserve to feel happy." Nicholas laid down next to her body.

"Thank you." Ava tapped the side of Nicholas's hand, he opened his hand for her to take. Their hands fitted perfectly together.

"I weirdly love watching the ceiling in silence, it's so calming." His eyes wandered to his right. Nicholas's eyes filled with admiration.

"You have a really busy life, I get that this soothes you." Nicholas rubs his thumb over her hand.

"I feel you watching me you know?" Ava chuckles. Nicholas mouth curled up at her comment.

"I can't help it." Ava turned her head towards Nicholas's face. A small blush formed on both of her cheeks.

"I want to kiss you so bad." He whispers.

"Then do it."

She didn't have to tell Nicholas twice, his lips met her soft ones. His hand grazed through her soft brown hair. It was way more soft than last time, but she still loved every bit of it. They pulled away for a second to catch their breath and went back to each other as magnets.

Eventually after some minutes they stopped. Both out of breath but a big smile on both their faces. Was this even part of what she wanted? But Ava didn't care anymore, she just wanted him.









































#๐—ฎ๐˜‚๐˜๐—ต๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐˜€๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜๐—ฒ

Sorry for not posting 2 days!! I got the flu and had some rough days this week. This part is a small one but some more is coming!

Thanks for reading!
xo

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